More grannies. Sigh.
Actually that doesn't bother me too much.I was just thinking about my Grandmother the other day while stitching. She didn't "teach" me to stitch but she and I did things like stitch together.When she was alive (she died when my daughter was about 18 months old and my daughter is almost 19 and about to make ME a Grandmother) all they had was floss and wool. Or that's really all I saw her work with. I have some chair covers, but no chairs that I can identify she intended to cover. They were the ones with the main portion already stitched and she did the background in wool continental stitch. I've got some crewel work she did. I've got a brick she covered when they were actually used to keep doors open and the breeze blowing through the house.What I do isn't at all like what she did. I wish I could show it to her because I think she would love it and embrace it wholeheartedly. So I made the tag line of my stitching blog (which I just realized I've not written on in more than a year) "This ain't your Grandma's needlework!" Sorry. My comment was longer than your post.
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