A Part of the Past

Each time old photos are viewed, it brings back a memory of a special gift for a special person and how relationships can enrich my life. This teddy bear was a gift for a my daughter, who will remain in my heart forever. She was a wild young thing, but grew into a beautiful and lovely young woman. And a handknit blanket and homemade outfit for little Joey who is SO very adorable. We all make gifts, little ones and ones that take eons to finish. They are gifts not only for the recipient, but for those corners of our hearts where memories linger forever.

Needlework

I am inspired by many things in life and have a variety of needlework interests. To be observant to all around me is a passion. And so my needlework reflects so much of what is in my life at any given moment. The cross-stitched Navajo weaving came about from a trip to New Mexico and Arizona. The punchneedle chicken came from my passion for all things French. And the embroidered pumpkin was a result of my love for Autumn, its crisp cool weather and the beautiful Fall colors. I thank my mother for making me a person who senses so much and sees with the heart rather than the eyes.

A Lovely English Lady

This beginning note is a testament to a lovely English lady. She taught me to knit booties for my dolls when I was seven and then scarves and mittens. The love of needles, thread, yarn, and fabric simply infused me. Clara Avery was my grandmother. The reason I have textile art in my soul is all because of her. I will be forever grateful and indebted to her passion for the gentle art of using one’s hands.

Like so many others, I cannot pass up a shimmering skein of floss, the smell and feel of a new bolt of fabric, the blissfully soft touch of furry angora yarn.

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