It’s funny, isn’t it, the things that mean the most to people? I can never seem to throw a scrap of fabric with a good pattern away, however small, and I’ve built up a tidy little pile of pieces, and I do love just pawing through them and seeing all the colours and patterns together.
Last week, after washing our table runner for the umpteenth time and wishing I could find another I liked in my thrifty treasure hunting, I had an epiphany, and then reached for the scrap bin and began to stitch things together any old how with the intention of making another runner for our table.
It seemed that log cabin worked best and it really wasn’t long before four big blocks sat waiting for a border to bring it altogether.
It was a couple of evening’s worth of work which satisfied my need to make ‘something’, whilst resulting in something totally necessary for our home.
And I love it that I am able to make these things for my family, that with each stitch there is a tangible message of love and care. Often it is the subtle messages in our lives that speak the loudest, isn’t it? The time that someone takes our of their lives to do something for us, well, that speaks volumes and builds up our subconscious feelings of self worth.
And yeah, it’s only a table runner. But like all things handmade, it’s also so much more than that.
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