There could be no better setting in which to enjoy the pursuit of stitchery. Diane's home has appeared in more than one magazine and it's a beautiful place.......another reason why I marvel at our continuing friendship. In her English Tudor home, I've never seen one inch square inch of untidiness, whereas I live in middens of "stuff" ....... as though all of my treasured belongings had been stirred with a big spoon. And when in our home, Diane never seems to criticize, although I can just imagine what might be going on in her mind ........ we're that different in our living styles.
|Diane's class sits around this table to do their stitching.|
It's a joy just to be in this house and the decor changes with the seasons so there's no stopping to think of whether it's fall, summer, spring or winter outside. I met Diane long ago when she was a customer for the children's books she loves and uses in her displays.
Red Riding Hood is featured in the photo above. We had a customer once upon a time whose daughter referred to the character as "Reddy Ride Hooding", which still makes me smile.
On with my story. Diane recently, when reading my anguished blogs about our present situation, invited me to rejoin her class, even though I'd have to bring my knitting rather than using thread and canvas as the other students do. I grabbed at the opportunity to be out in the world for a few hours with normally functioning human beings and enjoyed the first session last Saturday.
Eva brought her completed piece to show to the group.I wonder how many stitches it contained and the title reminded me of the road trip I'd thought about taking, driving back roads to North Carolina. I was only halfway serious about it, but any such idea has now been obliterated.
Carol is working on a tiny canvas of a merry Santa Claus. She enjoys working small on canvas 18 holes to the inch. I remember Carol in high school and never dreamed we'd be stitching together 60 years later.
Fiona was in the midst of an ambitious project involving rabbits. As long as I've known her she's had projects under way. Before I met Fiona nearly 50 years ago, she had enjoyed a wood carving period and has done beautiful shutters for her home and a gate, as well as a mantle over the fireplace. And together we knit whole outfits for ourselves for a good, long while. Nowadays it's needlepoint for her.
Diane stitches daily and is working on a rug of beautiful designs.
She's amazing and her lovely home is filled with her work.
How lucky we are to have her as our needlework mentor.
Not only did I accomplish a few rows of knitting, but the conversation was good and regardless of which direction it took, Diane had something from her copious library to further enhance the subject. I'm not sure how I brought up the matter of Gee's Bend, but in addition to the story of that town's ferry which caught my interest in a Pulitzer Prize winning series in the Los Angeles Times back in 2000, the subject of the community's residents and their famous quilts was appropriate for the needlework group.
It was a refreshing morning and I returned to the Manor a renewed person, I think. And I get to do it again next Saturday!
Mr. Bob is doing fabulously well, doesn't mind and probably looks forward to his solitary time. There's food in the dining room downstairs and a string in each room to pull in case of an emergency. What could be better?
P. S. Yesterday, I gave you some erroneous information when I said that Diane's book, "Wonderful Stitches". is out of print. I was mistaken. It's beyond me as to why no major publisher ever picked it up. It can be ordered from Lulu by following this link.