I was at my parents’ house this past weekend and was in their dining room. While I was there, I decided to take a picture of the very first, large linen piece that I cross stitched. It had a lot of details and I loved it. I entered it into a craft fair contest out in Illinois, but unfortunately lost, but, I still love this cross stitch and look at it every time I walk by it as it hangs on the wall in my parents’ living room.
I stitched this piece when I lived out in Illinois in my early twenties. Illinois, at that time, was awesome for things like cross stitching. The craft stores were incredible. One thing I missed moving back to New York were those little mom and pop shops. They really catered to your needs and just knew what they were talking about. I actually started stitching for them at one point.
On one of my visits to the shop, I asked one of the women who worked on this specific Native American cross stitch that hung in the shop. It was a large, awesome piece. She told me that a man in prison stitched it. I was stunned and impressed and thought, “Wow! What a neat idea.” So, with this, I proceeded to ask her questions about stitching for their displays and that’s how I started. I loved it. Wish I could find something like that today.
Anyway, hope you enjoy the piece I’m sharing with you, as much as I do. It’s one of my treasures.