Embroidery not by the numbers

Inspired by the creativity of the entries to the Fabulous not-a-contest Giveaway!, I decided to take a bit of break from what I must accomplish and so spent the entire day attempting to embroider a reduced-sized transfer to an even smaller surface. I’ve now set the project aside. Hopefully, I’ll arise in the morning with a new perspective (literally) and stitching prowess.  
I do so want to embroider better, a longing that has intensified as my collection of household stitchery grows. In my writing room, I’m surrounded by not only hundreds of aprons but also stacks and bins and shelves of luciously stitched goods, with this set of His and Her towels as one of my favorites 

Oh, to drape a lavatory towel bar with handtoweling such as this.  In my dreams. For honestly, I couldn’t bear for either towel to be really used. I can just hear myself shrieking NO!!! as HIS swabbed at shaving cream residue.  Of course, HERS would remain pristine. ha

Which brings me to sharing this 3-D marital portrait:

I purchased this bit of high end art for $10.00, which I think was an absolute steal. It’s about 3/4″ thick from the inside ledge where the couple “rests” to the back of the frame.  Figuring out how it was done provides endless fascination and entertainment.  Or just a giggle, which I sure needed after a day lost to expressing myself through thread.

Oh, well, as my favorite literary muse would note, Tomorrow is another day.
Tie One On…an apron, of course!

The Voice of a Book’s Cover

Choosing the cover to a book is akin to naming a baby. Once all contenders have received equal consideration and votes are taken, the semi-finalists are picked apart then put back together, with everyone weighing in. My voice was for a cover that conveyed warmth and vibrance, with a kick of kitsch yet coaxing of nostalgia. 
Of the boxes of vintage fabric and household cloth I provided for consideration was flour sack toweling that my mother-in-law had embellished with embroidery.  This grouping of 3 – China, Glasses and Vegetable Polka – were the finalists, with China the hands down winner. 

Else, my mother-in-law, had apprenticed in England as a seamstress in a couture shop. Her speciality was handbound button holes. Imagine the intensity of the stitches required for a buttonhole! So, the gaiety of these transfers must have appealed to her lighter side, yet her professionalism never left her – check the backside of the towel. Over fifty years later, and the stitches are still intact and immaculate.

That’s the thing about stitchery and the women of earlier generations – the embroidery is their voice, telling us…I was here
I hope you love the cover as much as I do. It honors Else, and my PC, her only child. 
Tie One On…an apron, of course!