So we moved onto our bedroom in the long-running saga of doing up this 90-year-old property. Consequently our bed is decanted to the extension/office/study and the hanging rail and assorted boxes are in the third bedroom, which is where the sewing machines live. No room in there now, so no machining.
While I was in Scotland seeing DM at Easter, she gave me a picnic basket full of her cross-stitch stuff, which she is abandoning due to the aching upper back it causes her. One of the items in it was a picture of DS as a tot that she'd done about a dozen stitches of before giving up. So I decided to give it a go, never having done cross-stitch in my life and never having much enthusiasm for embroidery either.
Well, I don't think I'll do another any time soon - it is a bit too close to painting-by-numbers for me. I don't think it will win any awards - the back looks like it needs a shave (but as DH says, who looks at the back?). Nonetheless, there's some satisfaction in finishing it and it kept the sewing mojo going while the work went on upstairs. Here's the result.