I'm a stress-stitcher. And being home for the beginning of my mom's long slog through the labyrinth of breast cancer was a time that inspired me to turn to the needle and thread for some relief.
While I was touring the waiting rooms of central Missouri hospitals, I sat with needle in hand, fielding questions from old ladies who had apparently never seen a man sew before. And in between questions, I completed a red doublet and got most of the way through a blue one.
Here are some pictures.