I just now finished and sent in a pic. Filled in the rest of the border with 712, and I chose “Why are all the gods such vicious cunts? Where is the God of Tits and Wine?”, which I charted myself. It was my first time charting text of more than just one or two words and without using an online backstitch generator. Many sheets of graph paper died to bring us this finish. The sampler will be staying with me, as it was a such a good learning experience that it has sentimental value.
But charting text isn’t all I learned. I learned a lot about GoT, including that it is way too violent for little old me. I learned that the sweet older ladies at the needlework shop have no qualms about framing a sampler with Bad Words in it. And I learned that “dank” is no longer just a word used to describe a leaky basement. As always, the Steotchalong is so much more than advertised and has left me enriched: a wiser, if perhaps slightly squicked, person. So thank you, Steotch. You are doing the God of Tits and Wine’s work.
Next? I dunno, one of the half dozen WIPs I have going, I guess.