My needle curves back onto itself — and, no, that's not a penis joke. As for the appearance of the tapestry, I'd say it's very orderly and neat for the first 19 rows or so, then it starts to get a little sloppy, not nearly so tight, but also consistently drab with only a couple of splashes of color.

A lighning bolt. Crooked. Im still working on myself. Its a long story.

A needle flying back and forth across the tapestry, making a beautiful picture, each row more beautiful than the last. The first 18 are charred and ruined, still smoldering from the damage, torn into it by vicious beings.

Mine would create random, chaotic patterns in my own tapestry, then someone else's, then mine again but backwards, then the couch cushions, then the curtains. And somewhere along the line the thread changed both color and material three times and I have no idea how.

Like a pile of thread attacked by a blind man.

A needle? Sorry, I know what you mean, the tapestry
I suspect mine would probably look like it was done by a blind chimpanzee.