A project finished.
Where to turn next?
I needed a new project to work on in the evening, something portable and easy to pick up, and put down.
After the long months of working on the fusion quilt, I wanted a to work on something that would provide the sweet satisfaction of finishing sooner, rather than later.
But I loved working with the vintage linens so I chose to collaborate with an older friend, to finish a tablecloth she started.
Why my friend didn’t finish this project, she didn’t say. It might’ve been that the cloth got stained and she got discouraged. I assured her that I could get the spots out.
She used the green she loved—look at the flowers in each corner!–but she didn’t object when I wanted to add more colors.
She showed me some new stitches. Left to myself, I would’ve done the flowers with just lazy daisy stitch but her approach, to anchor the sides of the petals as well as the points, makes a prettier effect.
I wanted to change the way we did the centers of the flowers, from French knots to a pulled thread circle, and she didn’t say no.
She did a part that I wouldn’t have enjoyed—all that green satin stitch in the leaves and stems. And I picked up where she left off and added color in the flowers.
I was going to do the zigzag border in the multicolors of the flowers but that looked overwrought so, in a nod to her preferences, I used a green she chose. Now, the zigzags look to me like grass the flowers flourish in.
I also cleaned the cloth up, so we could be proud of our finished product. It took all my secret formulas to get that big stain out but now I can’t see it, even though I know where it was.
It’s such a pretty tablecloth she and I made!
I’d like to give her credit by naming her and showing you her photo.
But I can’t.
I’d love to have the pleasure of showing her the finished tablecloth and hearing her thoughts on what we’ve made together.
But I won’t.
I have no idea who she is . . . or was, since she has probably gone to that great sewing circle in the sky.
I don’t even know how her tablecloth came into my hands. I imagine I picked it up at a garage sale or it came as a part of a mixed lot I purchased from eBay.
The tablecloth has been sitting around here for what seems like forever, waiting for a new set of hands to pick it up and complete the work begun by those other hands.
We worked well together, she and I.
I’ll enjoy using our little tablecloth, made by two pairs of loving hands at home.