A long long time ago i inherited a plastic bag full of wool yarn bits, a tiny pair of dull scissors, and some scrap needlepoint canvas. It all belonged to my grandmother who was an avid needlepointer and when she passed a way the bag was tossed into another bag with some old curtains and some Talbots sweaters and passed along to me. I didn’t think much of it beyond my first root through, i did take out the tiny dull scissors and gave them to the kids, which we all refer to as “Grammy’s scissors” but other than that the bag has been sitting in my studio in a heap of fabric ever since
Then a month or so ago while i was resisting my seasonal urge to knit i dug the big bag out and conceptualized this project, a real bee in my bonnet moment. As i began, i had my sister come over to give me a little guidance, as i have never needlepointed a ding dang thing in my life, and she, being 2.5 years older than me, has clearly moved into old lady territory far before i have. So she is an experienced needlpointer, complete with magnifying eyeglasses she props on the end of her nose.
