#ThankStitching No.4 with Alexa Hackett
My mom taught me to embroider when I was about 9 so that I could make dishtowels and stuff (never finished one) for my hope chest, but then she died when I was 12. This was 35 years ago. Every time I stitch I am reminded that this was a gift I was given by a woman who is gone now, and I feel that in each stitch. The photo is of a t-shirt I modified for a friend in AA. It said Cocktails & Dreams and she wanted it to say Cocktails Kill Dreams. I did it for her as an act of love because that’s why I stitch, for love. I am grateful to know how to stitch because it feels like a lost art even though it’s coming back. I did finally do a set of dishtowels but they had pin-up girls on them! Probably not hopechest material.
#ThankStitching is a series of daily posts (and hourly posts on Thanksgiving) in the month of November in which needle artists from around the world submitted to me why they are thankful for their particular needleart.