My Introduction To Needlework

I was nine years old when I first picked up needle and thread.  My first project was a crewel embroidery kit that my mother had started and then shelved.  I looked at the photograph, examined the materials I had to work with and, with childish naiveté, decided to finish the pretty picture.  It wasn’t long before I realised what I had gotten into but by then it was too late to turn back.  I was rather enjoying the challenge.

For six months, I struggled with terms I was unfamiliar with and stitching instructions I just about understood.  I relied mainly on the photograph of the finished design that came with the kit as a guide and a natural talent for stitching to get me through.  When I finally stitched that last stitch, I laid the canvas out and stood back to admire my handiwork.  It was the first time I had ever taken on something so demanding.  The sense of accomplishment and achievement I felt was positively exhilarating.  It was the beginning of a life-long addiction to needlework, in particular, and crafts, in general.

I don’t know whatever became of that first project.  It has undoubtedly been lost during various moves over the years.  But that thrill I get when I stitch the last stitch has never faded with time.  I still get excited about starting a new project.  I still enjoy poring (drooling?) over charts and deciding which one to start next.  I still get a thrill when I see a finished canvas framed and ready to decorate my home…or to give to a friend or loved one.

About phoenix2327

Born and raised in New York City, I fancied a change and moved to England. Married, raised a family and am looking to spend my spare time enoying my personal interests.
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