I'll have a piece of sewing.

Over here in the hydrangea bushes.

The words will be like stitches that sew and pull on our lives together.

Little picks on the legs, where she does her needlepoint, and leaves little loops.

You sitting there. Me smoking, you sewing.

The first is too lazy, the second is too vain, and the third doesn't weigh enough.

He's nothing but a false beard, false teeth, false smiles and rehearsed lines, empty as a jug.

This is a girl in inner city Boston who had just done a high tech on demand craft sale in the inner city community center.

You couldn't rest nor wait till you had me crawling with all those fancy initials on my shirts and handkerchiefs.

This is a sampler I'm makin'. I'm not very good at it.

Cross stitch

Here's to better days.

Better days.

Hopalong

Lace collars?

It is impossible to ensure implementation of policies by taking showy and impractical actions and shouting slogans. Without practical actions, we can t ensure proper implementation of policies only by holding meetings and issuing documents. We must do our works in a practical manner.

Hopalong

North China is cold in spring, so flowers don't bloom outdoors.

Right there on the path by the flowers.

And his initials on them, too.

Blossoms have come out on the embankment.

He's in the garden.

Whitehaired, lavender and old lace.

And over here are the primroses.

Can you see there, a flower?

A boy. Put the flowers down over there.

The one with flowers on it.

Karate champ blacklace belt.

In his deeply authentic self, he also loved needlepoint.

There's another by the garden.

Saima took that money, and she started an embroidery business.

This is a typical angora embroidery for them.

Notable among these are nearly 700 Dasktkari (embroidery etc.) Schools vocational training schools for destitute women which offer courses in cloth cutting, drafting and tailoring hand embroidery and knitting and machine embroidery.

It wasn't necessary to go down to the lake for those flowers.

I picked the flowers down near the lake.

My father put a fence around the garden.

You were probably on the other side, near the window, perhaps watching the garden.

If you notice, he's actually needlepointing his own face.

We were standing on the edge of thousands of acres of cotton.

I spent more and more time at the window.

The sun's over there. I have to pay these people.

When embroidery on men apos s garments was outlawed in Herat, some men were stopped at random on the street and the embroidery on their clothes cut out.

When you get to my age, you want security and a pension, eh, Vic? I'm going off security a bit.

As I did the flowers, I chatted on to Maurice just as if we had nothing better to do.

It's a bit torn and spotted, but look at the embroidery.