Yes, I did post about needlepoint yesterday, but that was not planned. I’d say it’s happenstance, but I don’t believe in that, so I’ll say it’s reinforcement of the item I selected for my Cherished Blogfest post.
If you follow me here or on Instagram, you’ve probably seen this picture in the background. My dad did this. He does amazing needlepoint work. I have plenty of photos of his work, even the ones I don’t own, and I occasionally drop one on Instagram.
They are all over my house. I love them all but this one is my fave.
I wanted this one when he did it, and I was only nine.
Y’ever have that feeling? Like something is for you? It just speaks to you? This is one of mine.
I suppose when I was nine I already loved cats, stained glass, plants, antiques, wooden floors, and quilts. Was I? Or did this scene mold my aesthetics? I don’t remember how old I was when he gave it to me, but I was an adult with a family. I felt like, FINALLY! If I’m not staring out my window, I’m staring at this picture.
It’s generally laden with cat hair, not that anyone but me ever notices. Cletus the Dog Kitten likes to bat at and chew on the plants, he does.
For you good people, I’ve tried to clear away evidence of that, but if you’re a pet owner, then you know.
The Mister suggested I take my Dyson to it, which sounded a bit
Isn’t that texture sublime?
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