This is my self-imposed art therapy for cervical dysplasia.
I had a bad pap last year. I don't want to talk about it. It was awful. Here's the embroidery. I wrapped it over canvas stretcher bars.
I have also discovered that I have a natural talent for arbitrarily assigning embroidery stitches to represent bodily functions. My services are free--a gift like this can't be hidden from the world.
I ended up mounted the brain. Maybe I don't need as much Puritanical Practicality as I think I do. Maybe I can make something just because I want to--just to make myself feel good. Maybe I don't have to have a good, sturdy purpose for everything. Maybe I can just enjoy having ideas and seeing them through. Maybe I can finally start taking down the cross-stitched puppies my mother in law has hanging in our house. (Despite the fact that she lives in IL.)