Guilty pleasures

Dave and I are preparing for a trip to Turkey - we leave tomorrow for two weeks and I can't wait. I decided this would be a good time to have my sewing machine serviced, so tomorrow it is off to the repair gut to have a tune up. I did have a moment of panic wondering how I would fare without sewing for two weeks. I feel like a heroin addict that is going through withdrawal. Tonight is the last night that I have for sewing for a couple of weeks. 

I finished the background for my Human trafficking piece. It still needs a couple of additional lines, but it was far enough along for me to take it down, and hang the piece I have been working on at the farmhouse. I have been working diligently to get some of my larger pieces quilted. I made some headway this last weekend, trying to finish one area. I still do not have a good way of hanging this up anywhere to see how it looks. But I am doing the best that I can and like how it is coming together. 
Still, the thought of no sewing does not sound like a vacation to me, and it is not practical to take a quilt with me, so, I went to the opposite extreme- from quilting a 100" piece to cross stitching a pattern that takes 32 holes per inch. I must be out of my mind. 
I rarely cross stitch- but in this case, it is a very small piece that will be perfect for sitting in airport lounges. I have been feeling pretty peaceful stitching it so far although I have had to get some extra strong eyeglasses to even see the holes. There is a part of me that feels guilty that I am using a pattern and not designing it myself- but I am thinking that it is parallel to the comic books that I bought as a youth during vacations at the beach- a guilty pleasure reserved for special times.