Thread, thread everywhere

The room that I have been spending most of my hours in does not have any windows, so I tend to look at the wall of thread for a bit of colour and distraction.

I managed to sort of break the embroidery machine today.
Good times.


My beloved has become my final Blip-say, and this was the one he liked best. In his defense; he has a cold and his muddled brain was drawn to the colours. His words :)