Yes, this is a great store. Lots of craft supplies, including paint, sewing notions, etc. Fabric puff paint $1 a bottle? Paint markers $1 each? You bet! The stock seems to be kept up, and the store is a lot less claustrophobic and irritating than most.
I've just received an unexpected package from the always-amazing suereal, one of her contributions to the Random Acts of Kindness Swap (fake).
There's a folder with two more postcards by ManWoman (with comments on removable speech balloons), some sheets of paper made out of elephant dung (held with a dog-shaped paperclip) and an eye-popping (literally) tin containing the worlds tiniest hand-cranked flashlight. And a long note written on wonderful Tibetan handmade paper. (This is only the second note I've had from suereal and she's already my favourite penpal. The letters are long without being boring or rambling, and always on great paper.)
A great story and a nice bit of cross-stitch. You're absolutely right about moving the text - a bit up and over would fit it in nicely so that the bottom of "bar" would line up with the lower toe. But I'm curious about your signature. Isn't MMXXI 2021?
My mother's family is Ukrainian, and they have some very nice rituals around Easter which, though ostensibly Catholic, seem very Pagan to me. Everyone knows the elaborately decorated Ukrainian Easter eggs, called pysanky, which are raw and not meant to be eaten. The hard-boiled eggs are called krashanky, and are dyed a plain colour, traditionally red.
The Easter celebration begins on Thursday night, when special beeswax candles (which are kept only for this purpose) are carried to the church in a basket of herbs and held during the service. The family carries the lit candles home from church. Sometimes bonfires were lit outside the church, in the cemetery or on hilltops. I've read that a token household item was thrown into the fire as an offering for good fortune in the coming year. (Did I mention how Pagan all this is?) On Saturday the women would bake paska, which is a special bread made with egg dough and elaborately decorated, usually with figures of the sun, pine cones, birds, or flowers. It was usually shaped to hold a candle in the centre. Making the paska was very much a magical act, with prayers, incantations and special, secret gestures. No one from outside the family was allowed into the kitchen while it was being baked, presumably to prevent them from casting the "evil eye" on it.
Very early Sunday morning, a basket was lined with a special embroidered cloth (made especially for this ritual) and into it was put the paska with its candle, some krashanky and pysanky, fresh herbs, grated horseradish and beet relish, salt, and often bits of other food like butter, sausage or cheese. This was taken to the church and after mass, the candles were lit and each food basket was blessed by the priest.
At start of the Easter breakfast, each member of the family eats a bit of the blessed bread, egg and salt. It is offered to you by the head of the household (in our family this was always my grandmother) with the phrase "Chrystos voskres" (Christ is risen) and you reply "Voistinu vokres" (He is risen indeed.) Then when everyone has eaten the ritual food, the meal begins in earnest. And Ukrainians love to eat!
I've moved far away from my Ukrainian relatives, so I haven't celebrated Easter with them in decades, but I remember it fondly. I've been decorating a few pysanky this year and I think I may try to bake a paska for our Ostara breakfast.