Ah, the projects of old.

On our recent Chicago vacation, while staying with my parents, they pointed out that at this point, they likely have more of my needlework in their house than I do – and they are right!  At least in number of pieces – a couple in the living room, a couple in the guest room, one in the kitchen, even one in the bathroom!  That’s because I lost most of my needlework in our house fire some seven years ago.

While I was thinking about it, I realized that I might still have pictures somewhere on my hard drive of some of that work.  Lo and behold, I did!  I apologize in advance for the quality of the photos, these were taken on an old, old digital camera.

 

There were many, many more pieces that weren’t photographed.  I hadn’t thought about it much before.  I just lived with my beautiful ecru wagon wheel afghan, and the rolled up, finished stitchery in my drawers.  I had such a bounty of beautiful pieces and never really appreciated them.  But I do now!  I never, ever wait to frame a piece and put it up, as I mentioned above, and I still give away work often, to those who might (and might not LOL) appreciate it!  I never mourn the pieces I gift to others, although who knows – they might be mouldering in crawlspaces or a dusty mess in an attic somewhere – because once I sent them out in the world full of love, they were on their own so to speak.  But I do mourn the many pieces from my own collection that I lost.

Someday my walls will be as full as they once were.  And every piece now means something extra special.