that's the image from the pattern site.
i started it in 2012 on 18 count aida, and after about a page decided that it was working up too small and i didn't like it.
then my sister announced that she was getting married, so i decided to put this one aside, because my bestie would totally understand that i'm working on her present and it will be finished... eventually... because she's a fellow crafter and my best friend in the whole world.
so i took the next year (and a half) and worked on this piece of art for my sister:
turned out lovely, and with a lot of swearing (those cobblestones...)
so once that was done, i restarted the rockwell piece, this time on 16 count aida, and i liked it much better. i stitched away, then started the process of moving. and that's when the wheels came off the wagon.
when i got to our new house, i had finished a row and a half of pages, and i decided to set up my front room as my crafting clubhouse. my first mistake was letting the work live in the q snaps rather than taking it out when i wasn't working on it. not the most egregious mistake ever, but it would need pressing when it was done for sure.
but, what i didn't remember is that a) exposure to sunlight is bad for fabric (i'm really really not sure how i forgot this, except that maybe i was temporarily insane) and that b) my front room is all windows on 3 walls. so when i got really excited and bought myself a new floor stand, i put my work in it and left it out in the front room for the sunlight to destroy.
now, the piece that has already been started twice and has taken 4 1/2 years to get even partway through, looks like this:
and just like that, it's ruined beyond repair. the image goes outside of the sunbleached area, so there is no way to just pass it off like i meant to do it. i have to start over.
and as much as i love my bestie and her husband, there is no way i am starting the same pattern a third time around.
so i'll pick something different, not quite as awesome, and get it done more quickly. and then i will, for the rest of my life, tell the story of how i ruined a good year and a half of work in the course of 3 months.