Sara picked this up in town, tucked away in the only possible establishment that would offer such a wonder. It's got a white ribbon sash leftover on the backside from the time it was exhibited in the 1979 Festival of Needlework by the artist, Peter Ashe of Needlepoint Originals, SF CA.
We're talking variously textured landscape portrait petit-point of—must be!—our very own coastline heading north toward RCA. Right? I'm telling you. The trees are fluffy. The mountains have a stitch all their own. The sky is the miscellaneous color of milk. All is calm and lapping. I know this place!
Sara picked this up in town, tucked away in the only possible establishment that would offer such a wonder. It's got a white ribbon sash leftover on the backside from the time it was exhibited in the 1979 Festival of Needlework by the artist, Peter Ashe of Needlepoint Originals, SF CA.
We're talking variously textured landscape portrait petit-point of—must be!—our very own coastline heading north toward RCA. Right? I'm telling you. The trees are fluffy. The mountains have a stitch all their own. The sky is the miscellaneous color of milk. All is calm and lapping. I know this place!
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