I have so many jumbled thoughts as I pen this...the words are just not flowing right. I am trying to recall exactly when I started embroidery. Ma use to do it always and our house has multiple marks of those, her drawings and her embroidery.
I picked up some, not drawing though! So winter holidays meant pampering Ma to get me threads and needles, wool balls and clothes. Every holiday it would be something different.
But studies, education and other priorities took over. And this hobby went for a toss. But I picked up a table cloth to brush up those skills and also to relive some of those old memories.
Ma, I did something after all these years. It's not come out the way I wanted it nor is it spotless but I just wanted to do it.
I picked up some, not drawing though! So winter holidays meant pampering Ma to get me threads and needles, wool balls and clothes. Every holiday it would be something different.
But studies, education and other priorities took over. And this hobby went for a toss. But I picked up a table cloth to brush up those skills and also to relive some of those old memories.
Ma, I did something after all these years. It's not come out the way I wanted it nor is it spotless but I just wanted to do it.
Who would have loved it more than you, to see a completed work?
