Many of you will remember Perle, who wrote columns for the newsletter and web site for many years. Her insights into stitching issues as well as issues facing many of us these days was fascinating and we were so very sad when she met her demise.
BUT, Perle's cousin, Flossie, who shares many of the same talents as Perle, has agreed to write a new column. We welcome her and look forward to seeing her words of wisdom in the future.
FALL, 2005 It has come to my attention that some of you are not conversant with stitching language. In an endeavor to remedy this situation and save you from embarrassment, the following is a list of correct versus incorrect terminology:
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You will thank me (Flossie) when you are able to talk with a veteran stitchers at the table and not have them snicker behind their hands at your lack of knowledge.
WINTER, 2005 My cousin Perle was very special, a free spirit. I, Flossie, am more subdued and introspective and will present a totally different viewpoint than did Perle. In an attempt to become acquainted with the readership, I, Flossie, would like to relate a recent dream. In this dream, men were stitching rather than fighting a war. Rifle barrels were used to hang threads to keep from tangling, helmets became ort containers and soldiers would not think of shooting before finishing a length of thread. And when an officer screamed that an infantryman was going behind enemy lines, he was told "but sir, I want to see the canvases those guys are working on and see if I can figure out what stitch they're using. After that, we're all going to lunch and have an afternoon of needlepoint."
In a perfect world, this would be the scenario. Whether the handwork is stitching, knitting, or quilting, we all speak a common language and there is not time nor reason for killing. Unfortunately, morning arrived and the dream ended, but I, Flossie, gave thanks for friends and fellow stitchers. Perhaps one day women will officially rule and world peace will be accomplished. In the meantime, let us all continue sharing our knowledge and lending support to one another.
On a happier note, I, Flossie, would like to initiate a little contest. Where is the most unusual place you stitch or have stitched? The weirdest location will win a prize.***
***EDITOR'S NOTE The winner of Flossie's contest was Sue Countryman of Bedford, Tx. Here is her description: "The strangest place I stitch is standing in line waiting to vote. The queue is sometimes long and sometimes not. However, due to 'stranger conversation' consisting of not much, I have found that standing in line goes faster if I can lean on the wall as I wait and stitch standing up as I move along (slowly). I can do this at our local city government office or at a library or school, so I cut threads in advance, take extra needles and stitch'n snip as I go." Thanks, Sue, hope you enjoyed your gift.
