Following what I'll refer to as the reclusive Victorian ingénue part of my adolescence...where my mother and I developed a positive fetish for needlepoint and ended up running out of things to cover (once you've worked your way through numerous cushions and the seats of a set of dining room chairs the only option is to turn it into wallpaper)...I haven't had much contact with cross-stitches.

Thanks to this scarf from Phillip Lim though I am feeling a definite renewal of interest...the urge is stirring to, once more, take needle to canvas...dress like a Russian nesting doll this Winter...and buy some really good vodka.