at a loose end these past few days, in my sewing room
you know, when you wander in and your eyes alight on several things as you gaze around, yet nothing calls out to you...
so i did the responsible, disciplined thing and kept on with this little piece
i tried the white bullion knots, you can see them below...
not so sure about them so i alternated yellow and white in another area - much better
much, much better
and so the white came out
as i worked away on this my thoughts turned to the one and only other time i worked on a stamped embroidery...
it was a dresser scarf with a basket of flowers at each end, complete with a twirling ribbon, the whole thing edged with scratchy yellow lace
it came in this
my seventh birthday present from my beloved grandmother
in addition to the dresser scarf, there was also a metal embroidery hoop, embroidery threads, scissors and needles
i laboured over it for several years
i remember taking it out every so often, smoothing it's rumpled wrinkles and embroidering a little more
as i was wondering what ever happened to it, a memory began to form, of labouring over it with a sense of urgency, wanting to get it finished
i have a vague recollection of wanting to give it to my grandmother as a gift
for her birthday, or for christmas, i'm not sure which
i remember being tired of it, wanting it to be finished, one end done and now the other
i remember feeling a satisfaction at the end
i just can't quite remember what happened next...
did i wrap it up and send it off?
or was it only a good dream that i had?
it's one of those memories that refuses to solidify, but regardless of whether or not that's how it ended, i became attached to this little scrap of cloth and thread and so i decided to keep it, as a reminder...
leaving this only partially finished just in case memory is not serving me correctly, i tacked it in my little book and wrote the story of how my sewing box and first embroidery piece came to be
i even left it slightly rumpled
as i flipped the pages, looking for the right spot for it, i cam across this page - about my first quilt and realized that i hadn't yet written the story of it
this isn't the original, but represents it in shape and colour, the thread wrapped piece to the left is reminiscent of the striped fabric i had used
i have a feeling i am going to really come to love this book, for all the memories it holds dear
next will be beading with jessie...
in the meanwhile, it's all about taupe
i'm embarking on a colour study in subtlety...
surprise, surprise, surprise