A month ago I was suffering from a broken heart (being a mother is hard…), and I found myself opening this cross stitch kit I’d ordered back in May from easy123art. I threaded the needle, started counting, and rediscovered a craft I hadn’t done since high school.
I was amazed how therapeutic this embroidery project proved to be!
It seemed as if moving that needle in and out of the canvas, and engaging in making something beautiful helped to mend a broken heart. I just sat there, sewing, and felt my own soothing touch, while the image of this camera took shape. A cross stitch project like this doesn’t require any special skills, unlike knitting, for example. As long as you can thread a needle and count squares, you can do something like this.
As I sat and stitched, memories came flooding back. Not only was this craft reconnecting me to my old self, I also remembered all the women in my life who’d loved to do needlepoint.
First and foremost, there was my mother-in-law, Nana, for whom I named my publishing company. She took up creating tapestries (called “gobelin” in French – she was from Paris), when her daughter, her youngest child, got kidney cancer as a toddler. Nana hardly ever talked about that child as she died at the age of four. I don’t think Nana ever got over that loss. From when I first met her, I knew about her hobby of making “gobelins.” She always had at least one project going, and my parents-in-law’s house was full of her creations.