“One of my French grandmother’s treasures. This is a little embroidery I got when she died. Frogs were kind of a thing for her. French people are often called frogs, so there’s that. She did a similar weaving about the same size as the one in my bathroom that had these little frogs that had all gotten crushed by tires. She collected them, let them dry out, and then she wove them in! She was… eccentric.”