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Tuesday, March 11, 2008

E is for...

Embroidery. When I was a young'un, I started out like so many others...loopy potholders, which I was very annoying about wanting my mother to help me finish off. Then there were sewing cards. Remember those? Threading something like a shoe lace around a picture stamped on cardboard. Man, I really loved those. So then my mom decided to teach me how to embroider. A printed dresser scarf with pine trees and bears, a metal embroidery hoop that wouldn't keep the fabric taut, and skeins of embroidery floss, that usually ended up in a tangled mess. And let's not forget the needles that rusted in the material.

It took me a few years to finish this. Most of it was done in the summers, when I was out of school and bored to tears. And I had my first run in with second side syndrome; when I finally finished the first side of the scarf, I had to turn it around and begin all over again. But it was finally finished, and it was the start of many years of wielding a needle and fabric.

Those lazy daisy flower petals still make me smile.



Blogger Margene said...

Isn't it wonderful to have that piece of the past as a keepsake? I have something similar and just love to run across it.

4:47 AM  
Blogger Roxie said...

I am blown away! You did lovely work. You finished the whole thing even though it took years. And you were just a kid? Wow, the signs of greatness show early!

6:06 AM  
Anonymous Sharon said...

Oh my goodness, Pat, I DO remember those sewing cards. Hmm...I wonder if they still make them. I should lay in a supply for my granddaughter. And I remember learning to embroider too...I loved doing French knots. Thanks for the ride down Memory Lane.

8:44 PM  

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