In the middle of all this needlepoint frenzy, I remembered something. I called my mom. Do you still have those needlepoint pictures I did for you 100 years ago? I remember when I gave this one to my mom and found it the next day neatly wrapped in plastic in the closet. It come to Florida in that plastic wrap. My mother was never particularly appreciative of my creative endeavors. And here she is. Seeing the light of day for the first time in 100 years. She's never going in the closet again.
Her hair and the flowers are french knots. It's hard to see the different stitches in the photo. Part of my fondness for her is that I can't really do this again. Can't see to do all those little stitches.
It's absolutely gorgeous! Silly mother!
Posted by: Bela | August 30, 2008 at 10:01 PM
I love this needlepoint. It doesn't deserve to be thrown in a closet! It has a little Matisse flavor to it. I love your sense of style and color! By the way, you have the coolest pink chairs in your house.
Posted by: Nadine | August 31, 2008 at 09:57 AM