I think I forgot to mention that I did finally finish that monster needlepoint project I inherited from my grandmother. I finished it in time to give it to my parents for Christmas, as which point my dashing husband offered to have it framed. His framer agreed to do it but noted that the entire reason he left retail framing and only works with galleries and museums and directly with artists was precisely so that he would never have to frame a needlepoint again.
It turned out beautifully – or as beautiful as this insane paint-by-numbers-esque creation was ever going to turn out. It was finally shipped to Minneapolis, driven up north (an ordeal in itself considering that it was too big to fit in anything resembling a normal sized car, the realization of which led to my dad claiming via email that his mother was “working us from the grave”), and installed on the knotty pine wall in the hallway outside my bedroom where the two missing stitches smack dab in the center of the whole thing will taunt me for the rest of my life.
The gold digger | 22-Aug-10 at 9:35 am | Permalink
Wow! Impressive!
PS For the longest time, I thought knotty pine was naughty pine.
alice | 22-Aug-10 at 2:17 pm | Permalink
What an epic project! Just think of the missing stitches as a kind of paint-by-numbers-needlepoint wabi-sabi.
Molly Watson | 22-Aug-10 at 2:29 pm | Permalink
Yeah, I’m trying to find comfort in the Amish saying that perfection is for god – they always make sure there is a mistake in their crafts. I feel, however, that the sad choice of pink for the sky that my Gram made (that’s in the corner she actually did) is enough of a “mistake” for any one project.