My dad worked the night shift when I was growing up so many of my memories during the week were of just my mom and I. We would cuddle on the couch and watch Dynasty, Falcon Crest, Dallas, and Cagney & Lacey. And Mother would cross stitch.
When I was in first grade I received a cross stitch learning kit. In it there was cardboard with designs and holes cut out, yarn, and extra long/extra dull needles. I would practice learning how to sew neat little “X”s while my mom worked on her latest sampler or Christmas ornament.
By the time I was eight I was big on cross stitching bookmarks. Just ask my mom and grandmother–they have countless of my imperfect cross stitched creations in their Bibles. And I started organizing my thread. As you can see, I was a stellar artist–HA!
And I still love to do handwork. It was only a matter of time, then, that I would move on to hand embroidery from cross stitch.
I have to admit I love not having to count stitches. So refreshing. All I do is get the design, make a copy, and put it over a light box.
Trace it on to the fabric with a fine tip permemnant marker. Stick that sucker in a hoop.
And get to stitching. In this case I’m using chain stitch for the body and mane.
And here it is this morning–a work in progress, but coming together nonetheless.
Once the horse is completed, I’ll have a cow, sheep, duck, pig, and chicken to do. And then sew them together along with thirty other squares…and then bind it…and then hand quilt it. Yikes. Thankfully, I have a while until Christmas. Right? Right?
I’m starting to hyperventilate just thinking about it.