A while back I shared with you a "sampler" cloth. Where I stitched, sat it aside, picked it up and stitched some more. And the layers piled up. I'm pretty sure that piece is at the Somerset offices right now. And I miss it. I didn't realize how often I picked it up and touched it and stitched a little more.
So I'm starting anew. On a french towel I bought in Paris last year. I love that heavy stiff fabric. Kaari gave me the low-down on all the types of linen and hemp and even nettle fabric when we chatted over dinner in Omaha last month. So now I'm more in love with linen than ever. You can have your silks, leave the linen for me.
Well, there's cotton. I can never forsake cotton. Maybe it's because I live in the southland. Maybe because this is one of my favorite stitching books. For me, cotton is more of a heart thing, sort of in my blood. But linen, just the feel of it makes me happy.
So when did this turn into a fabric lesson? What I meant to show you is the beginning of my new sampler cloth. Liking it already. It will be what I pick up when I am standing at my studio table with that glazed-over-what-am-I-doing-here thing I have going on sometimes.
No matter what your level of stitching, you should make one of these. There is therapy involved in the touch and feel of it. And if you have little ones, teach them to stitch. My grandmother taught me when I was wee tiny. Oh how I love her for taking that time.