Forty-five minutes ago, at 8:15 p.m., I put the last stitch in the piece I began 89 days ago. Then, with a mixture of satisfaction and sadness, I took the cloth out of the hoop, folded it, swept the floor and did the dishes.
There will be pictures tomorrow, camera willing. I am very happy with it. It still needs to be stretched and there may be some small touch ups, but it is done.
Figuring on an average of three hours a day, it took 267 hours. That doesn't seem like much, but it was enough to give me tendonitis in my right hand. (Yes, I suffered for my art!)
The next pieces will be smaller, probably single pages from the Codex. The last three months of work have taught me a lot, sharpened my skills, and proven my patience. Just when I thought it would never end, it seemed like elves came in the night and I was almost done.
I think I will have a wee glass of wine to celebrate.