In the beginning in 1972....after college and I apprenticed at American Needlework Center, in Georgetown, DC...I was just starting and training to paint needlepoint.... the very first custom piece I painted was this pillow on 13st for my mother....I was still not asked to design yet at the shop, but my mother was up for a piece of custom painting...until this piece she had only worked the background on Penelope canvas , the design already done...they were french canvases ...so this was an adventure for both of us...not bad for a beginner...a little rough around the edges...and of course my mother was a blue person...Hench the background, not my choice but you never won on that front...I designed twelve dinning room chairs for her with different bunches of flowers ..all had this background color...lol...this pillow is special to me, because it was my first attempt at designing and my mother loved it and worked it...she passed away this May and my brother made sure that this piece was returned to me...it is precious even though I have designed for years and years, every time I look at it I think of my mother and being in my early twenties......you can't get better than that....lol
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I have many of my mother's needlepoint pieces; she passed her love of it to me.... we even took classes together.
They stand as a reminder of good times, and I feel blessed to have them.
funny how handwork that someone leaves behind is such a special part of their life and yours...like leaving a little part of your soul behind...thanks for the sweet comment ...
when my own mother died several years ago the 5 of us divided up the many needlepoint pillows she left behind--I cherish mine more than anything else, except the other hand-made items she had made for me over the years. She left each of us quite a legacy that way.
I'm so glad you have that pillow now.
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