As I was stitching along, I recalled embroidering with my mother as a child. She would stitch away and when she came to those little French knots, I would almost beg to be allowed to do them as they were my favorite. She would sit and watch as I tried to do those little cuties. She would gently remind me to hold on to the string so the knots would be tight but not pull through. It was a pleasant afternoon today recalling those many years ago.
So here it is number 6 and I am patiently awaiting week 7.