The above is a photo of a little floral cushion which was embroidered with not only love but apparently with some blood, sweat and tears too. It was a gift from my talented sister on the occasion of that recent big birthday ending in an O!
One or two more photos showing some close up detail ~
I'm not quite sure what happened to my genetic make up as my mother, her mother before her and my sister all have or had creative magic in their finger tips. Somehow or other it completely bypassed me. I still have vivid memories of starting my secondary education and the dreaded domestic science lessons. Before us girls (boys not allowed in such classes in those days) could move on to cookery lessons, we had to sow an apron and a monogramed cap. We were allowed to take the cap home to hand stitch our names on the front and yes you have guessed correctly - it was my eight year old sister who sowed my name on, allowing me to progress on to cookery far more quickly than if I had been left to my own devices. Sowing and its other forms has remained one of life mystery's ever since but I can and do appreciate the work that went into this ~
The big day came and went with lightening speed. Wind, rain and hail put an end to any form of horticultural outing so I christened my senior railcard with a journey into Liverpool and a wonder round the still fairly new Museum of Liverpool. We took our time and only ambled round half of what is on display so a return journey is on the cards. If you ever find yourself in the city I can recommend a visit. Once back home it was a pleasure to feast my eyes on the new cushion which is far to pretty to sit against and to think fondly of my dear little sis. I'm not quite sure how I will rise to the occasion when she gets to that milestone age!