I decided it would be nice to do some French-inspired cross stitch. But on calico, because I don't like aida. The stitches are tiny. I have to concentrate very hard indeed. I would only attempt this sort of foolishness in the University holidays when I have hour after hour free, to sit squinting at calico and deciding where EXACTLY to put my needle in next.
I do love holidays. Full of pointless, small satisfactions like this.