That's the point
of working with one's hands,
It gives the mind something else to do
I'll never forget where we were in our life when with guided needle vibrant threads painted stitch after crossed stitch upon a Java canvass,
... portraying a tranquil park bench reposed along a cobblestone path, surrounded by gladiolas and lilacs. See the straw hat, beribboned in blue, and snoozing ivory kitty cat?
Completed in 1989, you can tell it's early in my cross stitch journey, for some crosses move left-to-right while others, confused, right-to-left.
The 'master stitcher' I am today would tell the 28 year-old novice I was then, You might have been cross stitching for two or three years, but this you must practice: Cross each stitch in the same direction.
Cross Stitch and Country Crafts' 1980s "Victorian Garden"
A petite yo-yo makes all the difference.
The project was hung centered in a trio of complimentary cross stitched works-- between "Colonial Garden" on the left and "Country Garden" on the right, each piece framed under an oval mat. Along with decorating tastes and styles, the handworks' backgrounds faded over two decades and thousands of miles until one day, each was stripped naked of its frame and purpose and shoved into a forgotten box.
Each time I open
the thrifted sewing basket
... I'm on the cobblestone path and there's the faithful bench. Again I remove my beribboned straw hat. Kitty's purr-purr-purr isn't startled by her old friend.
cheerfully pressed into the lid
of a sewing basket.