Hello lovely lovelies❣ 'Tis Sunday morning here. A morning where Old Man Sun is doing his darndest to peek through the clouds. There is the promise of sunshine later on, though. Regardless of the absence of sunshiny, happy beams, the autumnal colours are aglow. 'Tis rather easy on the eyes. The land as far as the eye can see is dressed in verdant greens, and autumnal russets, oranges, yellows and burnished golds. The floor of the garden is covered in leaf-shaped carpets in the prettiest of mosaic patterns. My fancy boots want to splish-splosh in the crispy, dry leaves, dancing to the sounds of the crunch underfoot. Why, I want to sink down into the softness of the leaves, with my face upwards to the autumn sun basking in its happy sunbeams, soaking up all those happy endorphins. Why, maybe I will.
How has your week been?? Hopefully you have been dancing to the rhythm of springtime, or, if you live here downunder frolicking to the beat of autumn. Oh, I do love the word frolic. =) Last Sunday my dear husband and I did as I intimated we would and meandered, and yes, frolicked, around the beautiful Tassie countryside, stopping here and there whenever we felt the need for coffee or tea, and cake. Lo and behold we found ourselves right smack in the middle of a market. After a long drive we love nothing better than finding a market where a 'pot of gold' may lay ready to be discovered. We strolled along, stopping to inspect any pretty that caught
my our beady li'l eyes. I happened upon a sweet little vase and of course it came home with me, just because I haven't enough receptacles to show off the flowers from the garden. =) But.....the gold; the treasure I found was in the form of needlepoint canvases. Some complete, some in an unfinished state, some threadbare.....and some canvases without a single stitch on them, but nevertheless beautiful.
I am that gal who has always adored a 'granny' needlepoint or two. Back in the day when I was but a slip of a girl, you know, those medieval days; the Bayeux Tapestry was the talk of the village. You know the one, that fabulous embroidered cloth depicting scenes pertaining to all things dukes, kings, kingdoms, battles, horses, knights in shining armour; and Norman conquests. Those days way back then, when countries battled other countries in order to acquire more kingdoms. Mmm....nothing has changed much, has it?? But....I digress. Throughout the history of mankind, ladies, and I suppose, men, have enjoyed the art of stitching pretty thread in a variety of stitches, onto stiff canvas and on printed canvas when they came into being. I mean, who can resist a bouquet of flowers in resplendent colourful threads, or perhaps a cute little country cottage hidden by an English country garden?? Certainly not I. Needlepoint, the very word conjures up beautiful canvases covered in tent stitch, basketweave stitch, continental stitch....a myriad of decorative stitches. I might say at this juncture that a needlepoint pretty doesn't have to be finished or in a pristine state to make my heart beat a little faster. Any old needlepoint pretty, suits my fancy, regardless of the state of disrepair it is in.
As with most things, everything old is new again. 'Granny' needlepoint is back in vogue. I don't know the number of times over the last couple of years, I have heard of so-called, 'on-trend' interior designers looking down their supercilious noses at the needlepoint pretties of yesteryear. These so called experts in modern day interior design refer to these forms of stitched pretties as "channelling granny"!! What do they know??!! To my delighted surprise, I was reading an article the other day how millennials are trading their cell phones for needlepoint. Really??!! These hip young things are picking up their needles and colourful threads and are enjoying the art of needlepoint just like their grannies once did. Fabulous!
Now, this aged and venerable gal has always adored needlepoint and tapestries. Needlepoint, indeed tapestries have always been hip to me. Not that I have stitched many, though. I have collected them for years in all stages of progress. I love saving these vintage needlepoint pretties blooming with gorgeous flowers and repurposing them into a modern aesthetic. I adorn all manner of things with them; chairs, cushions, tarting up the odd jacket.....bags. Oh, I do love a bag with a needlepoint remnant peeking from behind ruched ribbons or a vintage brooch.
And.....speaking of bags; and needlepoint and ruched ribbon flowers, this week I thought I should finish the sweet little, blue bag I started months ago for my friend. And finished it I did. I stitched it up by machine and added the finishing touches of fringing and some decorative braid just to dress it up a little. (As if this little bag wasn't dressed to the nines, already!) It's okay though, because my beautiful friend isn't opposed to a little frippery sprinkled into her days. And.....if one is out and about town, one really should have a carryall with fripperies dripping from it...just saying. =) I lined the bag with a toile fabric depicting pastoral scenes with gentleman serenading their sweethearts. It is a fabric which I have had forevermore and now is no more.=( So, my friend's little blue bag resplendent in ruched ribbons dancing around the threadbare needlepoint, vintage pretties and pretty fringing is done! Yay......now I can perhaps fashion another bag for moi...or perhaps for another friend, for no other reason than....just because. One can never have too many handbags, shoulder bags.....can one??
Alas, not a lot of quilting was done this week. I stitched with great gusto, and much zeal the previous week and a bit of a sore wrist eventuated. So I have had a little break from my fabric flower garden. But, later this evening I will join all those other lovely ladies and enjoy a little relaxed slow stitching over at Kathy's place, and perhaps begin to stitch the ripples in the pond on my quilt. Hoping you enjoy a beautiful Sunday when it comes a-knocking at your door. May it be a day where a little love and beauty causes you to smile❣
Until the next time..........................