Cross stitch seems like a dying art. I don't really know anyone these days who takes the time to painstakingly count and stitch for hours on end in a world of TV, internet and just general busyness... except my Grandma. Yesterday we went up to Grandma and Grandpa's for a late Thanksgiving dinner. Grandma handed me a packet wrapped in tissue paper. Before I could open it she immediately began saying "I'm sorry about this, I don't think it looks ok...you know how I can't really see that well these days...I just wanted to make you a Christmas decoration for the new house...but I don't know...I don't think it looks right." My sister Kimmie just started laughing as I opened the tissue paper. This is what she made. This is what my Grandmother made me after she had a mini-stroke that has affected her eyesight. This is what she's been working as she's been recovering from a brain biopsy. And she apologized for it. I'm pretty sure I have the best Grandma in the world.