Cross-stitch

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I work at a lodge in the Sierras, and many of the camps have a tradition of celebrating Christmas every August 25th, since we have friends we only see seasonally while the lodge is open in the summer. Anyway, at the White Wolf Lodge, we have a handmade gift exchange.



The person this was for really liked plaid and that sort of thing, but my boyfriend nicknamed it the Camo Wolf. The Camo Wolf is the deadliest of the wolves, because you never see it coming. *facepalm*

If anyone comments, I won't be able to respond in a timely manner. No internet at the Lodge (or electricity in most of the buildings, or cell phone service), and I'm only down visiting friends with internet for a few hours.