I was twelve when I found some random yarn and proudly stitched up my Tiger all by myself, without asking for help (and thus not getting the gentle input that a color that matched where you’re stitching the white belly, not the stripes in the coat, might be the right idea?)
I’d long forgotten that I’d used the yarn from my big sister’s sweater to stitch him. Harvest Gold and that trip stitched right into my Tiger. And if I hadn’t written that post about Mom, I probably still would never have thought of it.