After a year-long hiatus, I started up some needlepoint projects. It's worse than crack because when I start I don't want to no anything else and I can't seem to put it down until there's no more to do. Makes me wonder why I stopped... or why I started again?
I wanted to make something for my mom for her birthday this year so I put my addiction to good use. There are a few recipes that are very precious to my Dutch family so I embroidered two of them onto nostalgic family fabric. Olibollen and appel taart were the recipes I chose, which in English means oil balls (they sound gross but they're really, really good) and apple pie.