As a little girl I loved to watch my mom work on her crafts. She always had some type of needle in her hand whether she was knitting, cross stitching, quilting, or sewing. Her passion shone through with every stitch. Everything she created turned out gorgeous. She was the master crafter!
Throughout the years Mom taught me how to knit, sew, and cross stitch. Sometimes it took hours for me to catch on. I remember at one point I threw my piece across the room. I thought it was hopeless, but she picked it up and fixed my mess.
Isn’t that what Moms are for? Fixing our mistakes? 😀
Whenever Mom visited us here in London, Jeff would find us downstairs crafting. She worked on her next cross stitch piece or knitting project and I painted. I loved those times together.
Even after Mom was diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumour, she still picked up her needle and created stitches. They weren’t as neat, but it didn’t matter because they were made with love.
Mom’s stitches throughout the years left a legacy. One filled with love. One her children and grandchildren can enjoy through every piece she made.
Her stitches will live on throughout time.
Do you have a special piece made by your mother or grandmother? Tell us about it.
P.S. Most of the pieces in this collage were stitched by my mom. I made the one with the sewing basket for her because I thought it was appropriate!
Proverbs 31:13 (KJV)
She seeketh wool, and flax, and worketh willingly with her hands.
Lifesong by Casting Crowns
Mom left us a lifesong by the way she lived. I miss you, Mama. xo