It's an art form that ties us with all the women from past generations.
It's easy to envision Pilgrim women, far from home, embroidering near their fireplaces during the first few bitterly cold winters in New England.
It's also nice to think about women riding inside stagecoaches, discovering new territory. At night one might very well have found them stitching by the fires their husbands built to keep their families warm.
One of my own very earliest memories from childhood is of my aunt and her friend, who were probably teenagers at that time, embroidering on round hoops.
Once, when they came to visit, we sat under an apple tree in my parents' front yard. Out came the hoops and I was fascinated to see the colored "thread" flowers forming on the white background.
I still love anything embroidered but it's not as popular these days as in the past. Whenever there's an estate sale or linens at a flea market or yard sale, I always admire anything embroidered.
The articles shown in photos today are some that called my name. They are quite diverse.
When I think of all the hundreds of hours it took to create them, I cannot help but admire their unknown creators.
DO YOU LIKE EMBROIDERED ARTICLES?
DO YOU THINK THEY ARE PASSE?
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