I realized halfway through the play that what I tied to every adult memory is what I was stitching at the time - what piece and why I chose that piece.
The first one was easy - I sang in a Madrigal group for many, many years. When Edie and Ginger came out with this piece, I of course had to have it. With 2 kids and a shop, I had little stitching time. It was done in segments - my grandmother's death and funeral, my youngest daughter's nasal surgery at 6, my youngest daughter's arm surgery from a 4-point break. It was always in a bag ready to go.
Christmas stockings for children and nieces and nephews got done during hospital stays for Mom, my divorce proceedings, and during Dad's prolonged death.
When I married Terry 14 years ago, he asked me why I kept a small packed bag by the front door. I told him that it was one he didn't want me to open. Always having been a Jimmy Buffett Parrothead, I bought the Strictly Christmas large squatty Santa in Lime with the palm tree and parrot. A happy piece. By now, I had the bag stocked with every fun fiber and a stitch book. When my husband had his first mini-stroke, I got him into the car and ran like the wind back for my Jimmy Buffett Santa.
If you have ever pulled out your needlepoint in a waiting room, you know that you will have an instant gathering of stitchers. You are no longer unapproachable. The time does not drag as terribly facing one ordeal after the other if you have your needlepoint and a few new stitching friends by your side.
The beauty of the needlepoint is that it will be around long after the dresses, purses, and shoes are gone.
I hope all the stitching we have to do this year will be tied to happy memories and not tragedies. That works too!
Is Spring here yet??????