The last time I was visiting my mom, I spied this sewing basket in the storage closet, alongside a bunch of things that didn't look much used.
I had had a much smaller one in blues, given to me by a distant (as in geography) relative. Maybe my Oma, maybe my godmother. When I was a young adult, moving around a lot, it disappeared in one of those many boxes that do disappear. This green one is my mom's. She told me that my brother, sister and I had bought it for her one Mother's Day, filled with sewing notions. I can see myself doing this sort of thing, but I don't remember doing it. But I do remember the basket being around the house a lot and there being a running commentary on where the scissors had last been. Certainly not in the basket. As I tell this, I recall that I once sneaked out the family scissors and have them in a drawer somewhere. I must reunite the basket and scissors when I'm done this.
Mom said I could have the basket and the next challenge was to fit it into the suitcase with the tons of stuff I had managed to collect. It made it home safely and this Victoria Weekend, I repaired it.
It isn't a beautiful repair job, but it works. As I was sitting here, waiting for pictures to upload to the blog, I thought of a cunning way to get a pair of embroidery scissors to not disappear to the bottom of the basket. I am going to ask my very clever husband to install a small bit of metal dead center of the puff, so I can put a magnet hook the outside of the puff. Then the scissors will remain in sight when I stitch. I'll update you on it when the cunning plan is done.
Karen Ruane's Lace course is completed, but the stitching isn't.
The tiniest flowers have been done in regular thread. It was an accident. I thought I had embroidery thread in the needle. They look so delicate, but I was aghast when I realized which thread I had used. Now I am committed to doing more in the larger space at the bottom of the tulle.
Every where I look, there are opportunities for stitching. Some feel more interesting than others. That tulle bit that is still empty feels daunting. I might have to get really creative and find a way to fill it up fast. Maybe I'll cut it up into holes?
No comments:
Post a Comment