She even cross stitched Davey Allison’s car for her husband who was a huge NASCAR fan! My sister fell into the counted cross stitch hole as well, although I must say she was much more accomplished than I was. I made beautiful pictures and then took them to be framed……….! What an awakening that turned out to be! I still have stacks of folded, finished cross stitch projects in a box….unframed. Counted cross stitch then exploded into my life and I had every color DMC Floss ever made. I have no clue where it finally disappeared to.
In those days, long before YouTube, I managed to teach myself to purl and then started my first project: a sweater that was long enough to cover my bottom! Said sweater is still a UFO (unfinished object). The whole class knitted headbands and the local newspaper came by and took pictures of us for a cute little article.
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My 3rd grade teacher taught us how to knit with pencils. When she went to heaven that key ring became a beautiful memory of her that I cherish.Īnyway, I digress.
She would hurry home and crochet a “sample” of what she had just touched and hang it on a keychain loop with other such patterns. I remember her rubbing a crocheted piece between her fingers, as if she was committing it to tactile memory. She couldn’t read a pattern but she could crochet anything. I longed to learn to knit, but she had no patience for that endeavor. I can still remember her rapping my hands with a ruler if the back of my embroidery didn’t look as good as the front. My grandmother taught me to embroider and crochet at a very young age. My most beloved hoard has to do with fiber…mostly yarn. When I get excited about something, I go ALL IN! I have to know everything about said “thing” and have every gadget ever made to accomplish said “thing”.