E is for Embroidery
I was seven and anxious to begin my first embroidery piece because falling rain dampened my enthusiasm for playing outdoors which was my first choice.
I shook my head when Mom suggested that I change out of my Sunday go-to-church dress and began the tedious work of creating a charming butterfly skimming the surface of brightly yarned flowers from a thin blue outline of those elegant images.
I stubbornly refused to heed Mom's suggestion to take a break and kept stitching, stitching, stitching. I wanted to finish this piece so I could start another.
Ah! At last it was complete! TA-DA! I stood up. The butterfly, flowers and the embroidery hoop remained in place. The entire project was now sewn to my dress.
Embroidery never again held the same thrill. Surely I'm not the only one this has happened to?
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