So many great things happen in the month of June. Graduations, lots of weddings, the First Day of Summer (for those of us in the northern hemisphere, anyway). Flag Day in the U.S. and St. Jean Baptiste Day for our Canadian friends. And for many of us, the third Sunday in June is Father’s Day and it’s a pretty big deal. We celebrate our fathers, or we remember our fathers or we try to treat our children’s fathers to a special day. So I decided that this month’s SBQ was going to have fathers in it in some way.
And here we go:
Tell us about something that you have stitched or plan to stitch for any father in your life. Maybe it’s for your father, your father-in-law, your children’s father, your grandfather, your godfather, or someone who was or still is an important father-figure in your life. Why did you choose this particular piece of stitching? Tell us the story behind it.
I don't have any plans to stitch anything for Father's Day. I am so busy with graduation and birthday parties and have been in a stitching slump.
And because a simple one part question is never adequate, let’s go some more:
Often times we identify our love of needlework and our skills with our mothers or grandmothers or other women. It’s understandable because often they were are first teachers or role models. Now let’s think about our stitching life as it relates to our dads. Is there anything about our approach to stitching that we can recognize as traits of our fathers? For instance, does your dad (or any other important man in your life) have an approach to one of his interests that you can observe and think, “Hey….if I substitute the word “needlework” for “fly fishing”, we’d be pretty darn similar!” So tell us about it.
Actually my dad used to do leatherwork on purses, wallets, belts, etc. So he had many tools for his projects. He also was into oil painting for a few years. I don't know why he stopped doing any of it unless it is because his arthritis made it hard to stand and do things. He also was an avid deer hunter and a fisherman. He spent a lot of time doing his hobbies like I do with mine.
One of the first pieces I ever stitched was a poem that my father wrote. He spent hours on it, perfecting each line and word. And ten stanzas later, it was finally right.
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