On one of my last thrifting excursions, which was back in November - this was purchased.
Professionally framed, nicely done.
Here's a pic of the whole thing....
Can I just interject this here now -
Why do I take photos like the camera is going to self destruct in my hands within seconds?
I take no time in taking photos, and I really wish I would.
I happened upon this in a large PILE of framed crewel work, obviously done by the same person.
Cardinals, koalas - you name it - this lady stitched it.
I'm assuming it was a lady.
It broke my heart in a way.
These all looked to be very 1970's, and my assumption was that the stitcher of these stitchings had died, and the family was cleaning the house out.
And here they were.
At the Goodwill on Main Street in Crown Point, Indiana.
For me - a little.
I often wonder what will happen to all my 'traysures' after I'm gone.
Will the things I painstakingly created be sold for pennies at a yard sale?
I bought this for two reasons.
I liked it - I did.
It's colorful and happy.
But I also bought it to keep alive the lady that made it.
I've named her Florence.
She had a small dog, and three cats.
She was a light smoker, and enjoyed an evening cocktail.
She only grew red geraniums, and she made a mean nut roll.
She was beloved in her neighborhood and wore tan stretch pants with the little seam sewn down the front.
She was sleeveless at all times, even in the winter.
She passed away peacefully at home.
She's missed by all that knew her.
I haven't forgotten you Florence, or all the hours you spent stitching this while you watched the Carol Burnett Show and Archie Bunker.
Your stitchery makes me happy everytime I look at it - and reminds me to love the things I'm doing - cause if I don't - then what's the point in the doing?