My mother enjoyed cross stitching. She would cross stitch while my father drove during our summer vacations to visit family. She was always busy with crafting projects and she had a closet bursting with supplies.
I think I was 7 when I decided I wanted to learn to cross stitch. I remember I had learned a sewing stitch. I reasoned if I could sew then I could cross stitch. The part I don’t understand looking back is I woke up early on a Saturday and tried to teach myself.
My mother woke up to find me with “Pleasures of Cross Stitch” from Better Homes and Gardens open on the table. I was looking at a pattern of two interlocking hearts. I didn’t understand how to make a cross stitch. I had done my best to color match the floss bobbins to the photo because I didn’t understand the colors had numbers. I had created two interlocked hearts in the middle of a large scrap piece using a sewing stitch on Aida cloth. I remember I liked the cloth with what I thought were “pre-punched” holes that let me pivot my sewing stitch. I also liked that the needle wasn't sharp like the sewing needle.
My mother is a wonderfully kind person. She asked me what I was doing and she helped me work my first few cross stitches before she scolded me for taking her craft things out of the closet without her.
She told me she would teach me to cross stitch but I had to wait until she was ready. I think she helped me pick a project the next weekend. It would be years before I would complete a project but I had works in progress and I was starting to learn.