Hang On
Yesterday the wind from the north took the mowed grass far, far away.
Today the wind from the south decided to outdo the north wind. The mail slot has been banging non stop.
I spent some time going through a small purple tote on the top shelf in the studio. Inside was a treasure trove of stitching fabric. At one time, Lena had done some counted cross stitch. Her stash even held several needles. I have picked up the craft while in my bedroom porch perched upon my cherry red chair. The craft is slow going and very soothing. Today I spent time labeling the pieces of fabric by the number of stitches per inch. The range went from 14 stitches, 16 stitches, 18 stitches, 25 stitches and one at 32 stitches. If two threads worked over two of the 32 count, it will work out finished as the 16 count. I have an idea that some of these pieces were Carrie’s and may well have contributed to the little purple tote stash. Carrie did counted cross stitch when first she moved to the metro for school and later on with employment.
When the kids were here for Easter, Kersten was indoctrinated into Dennis’ television watching . . . crime shows depicting real events, with names changed to protect the innocent. I spend our evenings doing stitching in my bedroom porch, listening to the drama. Needless to say, I won’t be running out of resources.
I know Lena had her sewing room in an extra south-facing bedroom. Lena did not man her sewing machine after the supper time. I take that same time frame. Lena crocheted during the evening hours when her and Raymond each sat in their recliners.
Hmm. The thread and fuzz does not fall far from the tree.
With that I take my leave. ♥