Recent Stitching

Hello Gentle Readers. This is a week when knitting with wool pays dividends in warmth. Like many areas in the country, the local temperatures are bitter cold. Unlike the northeast, we have no snow. Still, this is weather for a favorite alpaca shawl, hot tea, and soup. Right now a Cooper's Hawk braves a cold breeze in the back yard. Between the cold and the hawk, not a creature is stirring in the monochromatic landscape. 

As always, I link this post with Kat and the Unravelers and thank Kat for that opportunity. 

 I have completed three December stitch pieces and they are safely sewed into my stitch journal. In many traditions, a  wreath symbolizes the cycle of the seasons and life. They also serve as a welcome when hung on an outer door. I so enjoyed stitching this little wreath of embellished feather stitches I documented the process with photos. I began by creating a feather-stitched circle.

Then I embellished the "feathers" with tiny straight stitches and eventually red french knots.

The remnant of red wool that became the bow was used in other pieces in the journal and I rather like that continuity. The stitches at top of the piece are variations of a crossed stitches, sometimes a t stitched on top of an x - if that makes any kind of sense. I don't know if there is a name for the stitch. I've seen them elsewhere. 

I stitched a waxing crescent moon to mark the Winter Solstice (that was the moon phase that night).  On the underneath paper page, I copied a Longfellow quote I've always liked, "One by one the stars came out, the forget-me-nots of the angels." The stars in the sky are in a few colors inspired by an IG post of a Christmas photo of Boston with lights reflected in the harbor. 

The third little page is a copy of Norah's rendition of a Christmas tree, complete with a garland and purple star. Over Thanksgiving weekend, I was sitting beside her and we were drawing. She picked up a marker and very quickly drew a tree in this shape. And then she looked at me and said, "I don't know if I like that shape but oh well." I assured her I loved the shape of the tree because it was unique and asked her if she wanted to decorate her tree. She added a garland made of little circles and a purple star. Later I asked her if I could take a photo of her drawing because I might want to create a fabric likeness. I changed the garland to cross-stitches because I didn't want to satin stitch a bunch of little circles. I noted the date Norah drew her tree and wrote the words "O Taunenbaum" because my Grandmother Catherine, whose parents immigrated from Prussia, used to sing the carol in German. 

I have five pages left in the journal I created last January. I made the first piece on January 23, 2025. Right now I plan to create a few more pieces to complete the journal. Who says, the stitch journal year needs to end on December 31?  

This last week I read Memorial Drive: A Daughter's Memoir by Natasha Trethewey. Trethewey is a former U.S. Poet Laureate. I have read and marveled at Trethewey's poetry and in fact once heard her read in person several years prior to the publication of this book. I knew of this memoir but never read it. I happened on it in a library display and brought it home. Generally poets write beautiful prose and this memoir is no exception. This story is the journey of Mother and Daughter navigating both joy and grief, dealing with the racism as well as the strong family relationships that supported both of them. Trethewey's mother was beautiful, intelligent, hard working, and courageous. She did her best to escape from an abusive relationship with Trethewey's step-father and in the end it cost her her life. At the time Trethewey was nineteen years of age. I suspect this memoir was terribly difficult to write but all the more reason it should be read. 

Last fall, I brought a Dragonwing begonia indoors. It sits in front of a southern facing walkout glass door in the basement. Ever since, it has been blooming it's little heart out but become quite leggy. Sunday I gave it a haircut and brought these blooms upstairs. They won't last long in water but they bring a bit of cheer to these January days. 

I am happy to report we are on the mend from a nasty respiratory virus. The older we get, the longer it takes to recover. Thank you for your well wishes. I hope you are staying well and warm. What are you up to these January days?