I've always been drawn to any sort of embroidery. I learned the basic embroidery stitches as a child from my mother (she grew up in the sixties – embroidery on clothing was practically a necessity) and have fumbled around with it here and there ever since.
The piece in the photo above is framed in Jeff's uncle's house (he's an antique collector) and every single time I visit I find myself staring at it, thinking about a girl named Mary working away at this when she was only eight years old. My goodness, eight years old! Incredible!
This past winter I was given a box of goodies that were found during an attic clean out (whenever someone finds yarn, sewing bits and bobs, or handkerchiefs they tend to pass them on to me. I don't mind at all). Within the box of goodies I found a bag of what I immediately recognized as crewel work embroidery. There was a small stash of crewel wool and three partially-finished projects (one even still had the needle in it, right where she'd left off). My mind immediately started imagining who this lady was.
I decided right then and there that even though I never knew this lady (I don't even know what her name was!) and even though I've never done crewel work, I was going to finish her projects.
With my trusty copy of The Reader's Digest Complete Guide To Needlework (practically an antique itself) at my side and of course a little help from google, I'm figuring out these stitches and slowly working at completing her art. I have no idea what I'll do with these projects when they're done but somehow they just feel like they need to be finished.
During one google session I came across this. Oh my goodness, how incredible would that be to work on and replicate those old crewel pieces in English castles! Me? I need a little more practice first.