The delicate stitches say that this is something that is not made by a machine. It's made by one human to enhance the lives of other humans. The stitches say that someone cared enough to sit patiently and work to create something lovely.
Cross stitch starts with a pattern, a hoop, needles and thread. ~
You count and stitch, count and stitch until the pattern comes to life on the fabric. Thousands of stitches later, you know you will have this ~
This is work that cannot be hurried. It is precise. One miscount and the pattern starts to go off. Sure you get faster at it with practice, but the hand will only move so fast and there is a limit to how much you can accomplish.
What, then, do you do when you have made cross stitch Christmas stockings for your first two grandchildren and you suddenly have four more grandchildren that desperately need to feel loved and important in the family?
You start stitching! You stitch in every spare minute you have. You stitch for thirteen hours straight one Sunday. You stitch into the wee, small hours when you have to go to work in the morning. You cling to your determination and your belief in miracles.
And your belief is rewarded! Your sister comes and takes one of the stockings to do herself. You didn't know your dear friend, Liz, could do cross stitch. "Are you kidding?", she says. "I'm Greek. We have to do all that stuff as little girls and do it well, too!" She's a busy, single mom but she takes one stocking to do.
There is only one month to get these finished and it is such a busy time of year for all of us! But, now it seems much more possible with three of us forming an old fashioned sewing circle.
Then, it was just one day before Christmas Eve and all three of us were in a panic! We got together and stitched like mad! We made decisions about what was extraneous to the pattern and could be deleted. We gave it everything we had to give and then some!
By, 10 pm the last stitch was in place and my sister (the fastest seamstress of us all) had sewn them into stockings.
At noon on Christmas Eve the first thing the kids saw, when they walked through their new grandma's door, were four stockings with their names across the top.
This is the second Christmas they have hung beside their brother's stockings. ~
Every stitch says something about family. It says sisters always are there when you need them. Every stitch says something about friends. It says good friends care about your concerns and will do whatever they can to help. Every stitch talks about the value in learning a skill and being able to do something extraordinary. (Thank heavens for Greek moms!)
I hope these stitches, also, always say, "Grandma loves you! You are all loved and important in our family!"
Thank you, Lynn and Liz, from the bottom of my heart!!!
I'm sharing this with ~
I'm sharing this with ~