Every single solitary time I see a new construction site, I make the comment, “Oh goodie, it might be a cross stitch shop!” Even if the site is quite obviously 3 stories tall. “Jeepers, that is going to be a cross stitch emporium!!!!!”
Sadly, it never is.
I live in the Pacific Northwest, we don’t embrace shops that cater to handicrafts. Sure, sure, there is a small quilt shop here or there. In a very strange twist of the business world, somehow, The Tandy Leather shop still keeps going. The popularity of counted cross stitch has faded and that means the brick and mortar stores have gone by the way side.
Thank goodness for the internet. I visit cross stitch shops regularly. I put on background shopping music and quietly slip into the shop and look around.
I belong to a counted cross stitch group on-line. We share patterns, ideas, tips and pictures.
Ah, the pictures.
I am learning. I LOVE to look at others hand work. I admire the time, the skill level, the creativity. I gather such inspiration from their pieces, I know in my heart of hearts that I must share my pieces now and then as well. It is just like show n tell. We all like to be in the audience. However, every now and then, it is our turn to be up in front of the class.
hahahaha….cross stitch humor…….“Cross stitch for the times when you need to stab something 10,000 times”
It is the polite thing to do. Think of it as grace & goodness. Work up your courage and be kind enough to share with others.
If I don’t share a picture, a suggestion or a review now and then……..well I am just a taker, a stalker really. A person who skims through, pushes “like” now and then and flits away. I don’t want to be a taker. I sincerely want to be a part of the group. One that gives and takes.
Last night, after the sun had gone down, I put the last stitches into my latest sampler. I told our golden retriever. She lifted her head and with sleepy eyes, gave what I thought was a look of “good job” before she put her head back down. It was a bit anti-climatic. I texted a couple of friends.
Before I started the next project (fabric cut, thread chosen, needle threaded) I took a couple of pictures. To share.
I saw “him” on a wall in Victoria, B.C. last summer. I was with Mr. Right and Miss Florida on holiday. As those two meandered through the shop, I meant business. I was so thrilled to be in an actual handiwork shop, I was giddy. I was picking and choosing charts like there was no tomorrow. The shop lady said, “oh Boris. He is popular. haha”
So yes, I stitched my way around Boris.
Here are the details: 32 count linen (what that actually means, there are 32 threads per inch on that particular piece of linen)….. I stitch over two threads….. I use two strands of hand dyed thread for each X. The pattern is a Plum Street Sampler design.
Everything about Boris makes me giggle. I love his early Monday morning attitude.
Sharing bits and pieces of your soul though your art makes me fall in love with your being just a little bit more each time. Every single time you share a painted rock or a bottle cap glued to a peace sign, every cookie you bake & decorate, every poodle dog toilet paper cover you crochet, every quilt you make, every single cross stitch you do backwards, every apron you sew a Superman S upon, every single jar of honey lotion you make…..my heart expands just a smidgen. You splash a little goodness on me & I get a glimpse of the extra sparkly, gooey part that makes you, you.
It’s hard to dislike someone when you know about the extra gooey part of them. That my friends is how the world becomes a better place.
If you share, I promise to share.
Cross my Heart.