I was probably about 8 or 9, it was summer, and my
two cousins Maureen & Charlene were spending their summer days at my
house. It had been raining, and I’m sure
we were driving my mom crazy. From
somewhere out came a preprinted cross stitch baby sheet with 12 panels of
bunnies. She cut it out so we each got 4
panels, 2 boys and 2 girls. That summer
she taught us how to pick out colors, and do some basic embroidery stitches. My Grandma told me when I finished it she
would quilt it for me. I don’t know
about my cousins, but I didn’t do a whole lot of it during the summer, and the
pieces were stacked away in the one day I will do this pile. I started my stash early. Perhaps this was my first long term craft
project. I remember carting it around
with me when I moved first to Hamilton then to Ft Lauderdale, and ultimately to
college. In college the craze was
counted cross stitch. My friend Donna
& I made all kinds of projects our freshman year, pictures for the wall, pillows
and sachets. One day I finished the
bunnies. It probably only took a few
hours. My grandma quilted them as
promised 10 years ealier, and my children used the little blanket when they
were babies. Kimi later used it for her dolls.
It now has a place of honor hanging on my wall.
My mom owned an art gallery in St Catharines Ontario - Folkersen Art Galleries at the Penn Center when I
was little. I loved to see the artists
when they visited. I had a huge crush on
John Par who did portraits. I one year he went to Morocco and brought me back a few glass beads. I wonder what ever happened to them? The gallery was cool, but for me what was
better – Mr. Galloway’s store at the other end of the mall. The Galloways played cards with my parents,
so I think my mom was ok that I would hightail it over there every chance I
got. Mr Galloway was always quick to
give me a package of beads that had a tear in them. I think sometimes he tore them just for
me. The big craze then was tri-beads. I made necklaces for everyone. But my favorite beads were
glow-in-the-dark. The beads didn’t make
it to Florida.