Originally posted 2009-05-18 06:06:08. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
It’s said that the best way to get a child to read is to have parents who read. That’s certainly true in my house, where everyone reads and we all have bookshelves as major decorative elements in any house or room we occupy.
It’s also said that one way to have daughters who pursue math, science, or technical careers is to have a Mom who does to. The jury is still out on this one for me and my daughters.
And the best way to pursue crafts is to have a Mom who sees art and craft as an essential part of life.
This was never in doubt for me as my Mom is an artist who never found a craft she wouldn’t try at least once. The question, when it came to me, was never said, but what would my craft be?
Would it be Fine Arts or pottery as my Mom did? No, not good at drawing, OK at crafts, but they never caught fire with me.
Would it be sewing, knitting, or crochet as my Grandmother did? Maybe sewing, but being a leftie, she couldn’t teach me her method to knit. And I didn’t get past a long chain in crochet.
But they did give me the confidence to try and were willing to buy me the needlepoint kit. And my Grandmother, who had done one pre-worked needlepoint canvas and not finished it, showed me how to do the basic stitch.
And I didn’t look back.
What strikes me, as I look at your stories and comments for this month’s giveaway, is how many of you had a family member who got you started on the road to needlework.
It’s a legacy we pass on to our children, by stitching, by having needlework in the home, by giving needlepoint as gifts, and by treasuring the results, asking for help, and answering questions, we preserve art for the future.
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My mother was a master seamstress. There was nothing she could not make and I grew up surrounded by her passion. My parents gave me two prework needlepoint canvasses for Christmas when I was 10 years old. I loved it! I really did not pursue it until after I was out of schol and then put it down for child raising. Last week my 25 year old daughter took her first needlepint lesson and really liked it. She and I stitched together last Friday night. It was really something, kind of a passing of the torch of sorts.
I have just finished a needlepoint pew marker for my church and dedicated it to my mother who is now in a nursing home suffering from alzheimers disease. She knows nothing of needle and thread now, but she gave me a wonderful gift. I am hopeful that my daughter, too, will love it. I truely believe the passion for these
things are caught not taught.
Oh, Janet, this post really hit close to home. Although it was my sister who actually taught me to stitch, my mom (who passed away in 1987) was a needlepointer from “way back when”. She stitched pre-worked penelope canvases using the sewing method, and she stitched each piece row by row (starting and ending the thread at the top and bottom). She held the canvases in hand and used needlepoint wool that I think was Bucilla? Now according to every technological rule out there for stitching, her work should have been a mess, but every single piece that we have is straight, perfectly stitched, and worth millions to us. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t wonder about the fun that Mom, Chrissy, and I would be having as stitchers together.