THOUGHTS OF MOTHER
Looking through Mother’s chest of drawers the other day became quite an emotional experience for me, I came across her embroidery linens and threads, all carefully folded and wrapped in tissue paper. There were some pieces she had started to embroider, and a few that she hadn’t. As I sat there alone, looking at her work, I thought of the joy and enthusiasm she must have felt, as she looked forward to working on these items. Now, here I am, holding Mother’s unfinished work, looking at her threaded needle simply woven through the cloth, awaiting the next time she would pick it up. It saddens me so to realise that the ‘next time’ never came for her.
Embroidery was one of the many things Mother taught me as a child and it surprised me to recall that it must be over thirty years since I have done any. Yes, I decided, I would select a piece that she hadn’t started and have a go. It took a little time to work out the stitches, I practised on a spare bit of cloth and soon it began to come back to me. I also had the good fortune to find in a local charity shop a book on embroidery stitches. It was very dusty and looked rather tatty, but nothing that a good wipe over and a few minutes of attention wouldn’t fix. It has proved to be a great help as well as showing lots of new stitches that I’m looking forward to trying out.
The linen I’d chosen was I think, intended to by used as a tray cloth, but now it is finished, I have backed it and made it into a little pillow.
I have really enjoyed doing this needle work and it has spurred me on to do more. However, I will have to select another new piece from Mother’s pack as I just can't bring myself to remove her needles yet.
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