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Just like the longest journey that begins with a single step, so does each sampler begin with a single stitch.  All stitches begin the same way, by sticking the needle first in, then out of the fabric.  The only difference between one type of stitch and the other is where you put that needle and how you manipulate the thread.   - Hands Across The Sea

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Finishes for 2021 & 2022

2/17/2023

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Their Legacy

12/6/2022

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The girls that stitched these samplers are our ancestors.  When so little was recorded in history records of these everyday females from centuries past, I'm thankful so many of their samplers have survived to show us how creative and skilled they were at such a young age. 

Although their lives were simpler than ours, their days were hard and filled with challenges we can't begin to understand.  But through those struggles and adversities, they managed to create these beautiful works of art that are all unique and have a voice of their own. 

We are so connected by the love of the needle.  Family.  

Looking back at the history of civilization - the needle plays such an important role in the survival of mankind.  The women's skill of needlework has been passed down for generations for the purpose of necessity, but also for the nuance of the art itself.
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​Presently, we are the custodians of the needle, needlework skills, and these samplers.

This is my first attempt at a Hands Across The Sea reproduction sampler pattern.  The patterns are so clear and easy to read and stitch.  Nicola Parkman and her team so carefully choose beautiful antique sampler, chart them to each and every detail, and then recreate the original design to perfection.  I so appreciate their craftsmanship and dedication to the art!
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A Benefit of the Stitch

9/14/2021

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PictureHannah Hetherington - a From the Heart Sampler Reproduction
As most of you know, I was born with Spina Bifida.  And I'm at an age now where my body has worn down to a point where I need a nurse from a "home health care" facility to come in every couple of weeks to check in with me.  She's a great girl - spirited with the right amount of cheer, and caring without being intrusive.  This morning during her visit she asked me, "How do you manage your physical pain?  I see here you don't have a regular prescription for pain meds?"

My answer was simple, "I cross-stitch.  I do needlework."  Her head tilted to the left with a look of question and I pulled out my latest project I keep at my bedside.  "See, I cross-stitch."  She took the hoop in hand and looked closely.  "This is amazing," she commented.  "Do you have to count each square?  I could never do that."  I smiled and said, "That's my pain medicine.  That's how I distract myself from the pain.  I count the squares and my pain becomes background noise."

"Wow!  And you've been doing this for a while now?"  She said while still looking at the half-finished project.  "I've been stitching 39 years.  It's been the one constant in my life that never lost it's appeal and it has always been the best medicine for me.  When I'm stressed, anxious, sad, or hurting...this has been that one thing that holds my hand and brings me through."  She smiled at me and nodded her head, but I could tell this hobby was not for her!

I thought about the conversation after she left.  My comment to her carried so much truth.  The patterns, the planning, the careful color considerations, and the counting itself are all very therapeutic to me.  The satisfaction of seeing the progress of a picture formed from these X's made with different colors of floss...it never ceases to amaze me!  It's not much different from fine art painting - I'm just painting a picture with thread.

Stitching is my medicine and has been for decades.  I'm so very thankful God brought this hobby (obsession) into my teenage life all those years ago.  There were a few years in my twenties when my arm and hand strength and dexterity were effected by the neurological deterioration I was experiencing...but thankfully with surgery to untether the spinal cord...the strength came back and I was able to stitch again. 

My last surgery, eight years ago in Phoenix, also generated fear in me because for five months following the operation my eyesight was doubled and I wasn't able to read a pattern.  My faith was shaken and I had moments where I doubted it would ever improve. Thankfully, my spinal fluid pressure normalized and my single-vision eyesight was restored!  Since that year, I've always made sure to thank the Lord for the continued ability to use my hands and keep my eyesight!

I guess that's my message today - whether you're struggling through a rough stage of depression, physical pain, or just trying to get through these long months of quarantine - find a hobby. Find that one thing that offers you a distraction and brings you joy!
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