During the Christmas holiday, my mother and I visited my aunt. While we were sitting in the kitchen, munching and talking away, I worked on my PM quilt square. My aunt noticed the DMC floss I was using and she was reminded of my grandmother’s stash.
If you’ve read the About Me page on this blog, you’ll know that I was inspired to start cross-stitching years ago after admiring my grandmother’s work and talent.
My grandmother was very gifted artistically. She crocheted, painted, embroidered, and cross-stitched. She was so artistic that her designs were her own. During the visit, I learned from my aunt that my grandmother would often decide what she was going to stitch by choosing combinations of floss colours right in the store.
She would sketch out a design on the fabric with tailor’s chalk and work her magic from there.
How I wish I had paid more attention to how she actually created her designs. I would have loved to have seen her start from scratch. Sadly, I wasn’t able to spend as much time with my grandmother as I would have liked. My visits were very limited. If I was lucky, I got to spend and entire week with her during the summer.
My grandmother meant the world to me. She really was a special woman. She always welcomed me with a smile and open arms. I didn’t ask a lot of my grandmother. I just enjoyed spending time with her. I enjoyed sitting on the sofa holding her hand while we watched TV. I enjoyed brushing through her long hair (when she had long hair) while she watched As The World Turns. I loved everything she cooked. Let me tell you, no one could make a can of Campbell’s Mushroom Soup the way she could!
I’ve gotten way off topic here. Memories of my grandmother will do that to me. I digress. Let me get back to the original intention of this post.
My aunt gathered my grandmother’s floss and offered it to me. She said that she knew I would appreciate it the most and make the most use out of it. I walked away with a bag full of items. This is just a bit of what I inherited.