It might be a moot point, but the Leek embroiderers didn’t have the original tapestry to hand when they followed the threads of their hearts so deeply into it, one stitch at a time.
(@TheMERL)
They didn't call the shots. They simply embroidered those that had already been taken - shots of photographs, quietly edited.
....and the eyes of our mysterious curator widened, like a cursed sunrise from the satanic hills of a morning's calamities.
Because this, too, requires attention.
The most loyal horse, by some measure, was William the Conqueror’s.
ᴾˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ᵈᵒⁿ’ᵗ ᵃˢᵏ ᵘˢ ʰᵒʷ ʷᵉ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᵗʰᶦˢ
Some (ironically, the smallest ones) survived the brutal editorial process, enduring in threads of secrecy.
And rest assured: within the hallowed walls of the Leek Embroidery Society, their strict confidence was kept.
It's enormous yet precious, an object made by (many) hand(s), combining master craftsmanship with extreme delicateness and care.
Where one made penises from thread, the other made a thread from penises.
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