Rummaging through my closets this week I came across an embroidery project I worked on back in high school…yes high school. I think it was for an art class. It’s actually pretty big, 18 x 24 I would guess, with a large wood frame.
You can see that after moving, I don’t know, 5 or 6 times since high school, somewhere along the line I managed to poke a small hole through the muslin.
I hate to just give up on it, as the details are interesting.
I think the best I can do is to finish the edges of the tear with Fray-Check, and then somehow add another tree on top of the hole.
It may not be perfect, but, hey, after 40 years (or 50 or 60), how many of us are?