there are cotton cloths, scribbled with colourful cross stitch on almost every surface of our home.
no matter how much care I think I’m taking, sweetpea keeps finding skeins of embroidery floss and bringing them to me … after she’s finished her version of embroidery. This ususally involves one end of the skein being wrapped around the legs of the table in the living room, and the rest of the skein dragged through the house to me at my desk.
I am so utterly besotted with my cross stitch at the moment. As I move through our days, cooking, washing, cleaning, sitting on the train, walking between lectures, studying, I catch my mind playing with colour combinations – should I have used 453 for the shading of that eye or would 842 have looked better? Should the side borders of the autumn lake picture have acorns or fish?
And then, during the blissful hours I set aside for working on my patterns, I am so very focussed, creating shapes on the computer, trying out colour after colour after colour of orange for the blaze of autumn foliage, or the right shade of rosy pink for the cheek.
As for the houses … this is perhaps my favourite part of the pattern .. I just imagine all the different houses I would love to live in. They always have an attic – with bedrooms of course – and they are always full of colour. Mmmm … I love building houses. I can’t wait until the day Julian and I get to build our own home with real wood and real paint on real land. It would be lovely if it was indeed by a lake, or overlooking the sea. As long as my family are there and there’s grass and trees and sunlight outside, I’ll be happy. Well, and lots of colour.
Then I rush back to the cloth, grab my needle and try the combination I’ve just settled on. Sometimes, it’s a surprise, but most times, these dmc colours have become such friends over the last 22 years that I once I lay my stitches on my cloth, the image peeks out at me so sweetly that I have to jump up and go find Abby or Julian to show them.
Once, after sewing up countless pillowcases for Christmas presents, I said I wanted to be a pillowcase maker when I grew up. I’ve changed my mind.
I want to make cross stitched pictures.