Notes to my son 2 - Who's she?

I always hated it when my Nana used this phrase to correct my grammar as a child. But now I am a mum I find myself using it all the time when my son refers to me as she. I hate it, but I just can't stop myself!

I tried black thread for this piece but don't like it as much, it seemed to be harder to work with than the red. I also didn't plan out the design as well, I need to up my game on the next one. Charted at www.StitchPoint.com

Don't say what say pardon - Notes to my son 1

I always swore that there were phrases that I would never say to my son, you know the ones, our mothers uttered them on a regular basis growing up. They never seemed to make any sense and of course we took absolutely no notice of them whatsoever. As my son grows I realise that like almost every other rebellious teenage girl before me, I am in fact turning into my mother/grandmother. These phrases fall off my tongue before I can stop myself, I wince ruefully each time I realise that I have said one.

I have just rediscovered cross stitch after a break of 10 years and am really loving all the new work that I have discovered on the Phat Quarter Flickr group. Rather than buying a kit that I would likely never finish, I decided to create a series of cross stitch pictures immortalising the things I say to my son. This one was charted at www.stitchpoint.com.