My sweet little needlepoint

"In the glad morn of blooming youth
These various threads I drew,
And now behold this finished piece
Lies glorious to the view.

So when bright youth shall charm no more
And age shall chill my blood,
May I review my life and say
Behold my works were good."

I don't know who wrote it, but I love this short poem, it is about me. I making few stitches every single evening. Well... May by I'm having couple days off during the year, but it is sad days.

Something bad must happened if I didn't take needle in my fingers.

Many designs I "borrowed" from old traditional samplers, some designs pop up out of nothing and I just quickly put them on a wool. All of them different - I newer was too committed to any single style.

I have mood for Quakers, Ukrainian, German or New-England today, but tomorrow it can be new idea and new design. I didn't use somebody patterns most of time, but often use them as an inspiration.

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