I owe my love of embroidering to a babysitting assignment the summer of my sixth grade year. My mother volunteered my services to a young family who lived in our Neighborhood with the Hills whose little toe headed boy was named Bam Bam. Need I say more? I didn't possibly know how I would survive the long hours of the day with him.
My very wise mother told me to wear him out in the morning and put him to bed after lunch. To fill the afternoon hours, she gave me a crewel embroidery wall hanging she had begun and told me I could finish it for her. I carefully copied her beautiful stitches and had learned to stitch by the end of the summer.
I have such admiration for Renee, My Vintage Mending, who seems to create magic with fabric and her sewing machine. Doesn't this family of silverware make you smile? Renee sent me wonderful vintage transfers of kitchen utensils she just knew I would love.
Examining her Heart of Ohio pillow gifted to me as closely as I could without taking it apart, I am so happy with my cute as can be finished pillow!