Embroidering all those peace signs, trying to make credible circles from straight stitches, was wearing on my patience. I tried to coax myself into doing one or two a day, and some days more, and some days my back was a little sore when I stood up from the dining room table. But I had the pleasure of knowing that more "fruits" had appeared in that green tree canopy.
I'm glad I didn't use paint or markers as a shortcut. The slow ripening of peace signs on a t-shirt was the right aesthetic call. And now I'm happy to wear something that I made just for me.