I’m not much one for personal photos. Maybe it’s some sort of snobbery, maybe it’s a fear of narcissism. Maybe it’s just a design sensibility. However, that doesn’t mean that I’m not terribly sentimental. These embroidery pieces are an attempt to hit a compromise between those two impulses. They’ve also afforded a wonderful opportunity to try out different stitches. Thus far, I’ve made hoops for my mom and my sister. My mom’s hoop is 8 in; at 6 in, my sister’s is a little smaller. Both are done on off-white muslin. I’d like to make one for my dad as well, although his lack of hair has given me pause. Perhaps he’ll get an embellished mustache.