Hands through time

My Nana died at 65. I was 5 and I remember it clearly. She is often with me.

She was stitching this table cloth when she died. I have begun working on it too. I follow her stitches, see how she guided us gently by the choices of stitches she completed or left half-done.She embroidered all the forget-me-nots. Nowadays you can’t tell which were stitched by her, by my mother, by me.. I hold the same threads, the same scissors. I unwind the threads with the knowledge that all our hands are holding these threads.

Part of ‘Curious Drawers’ – the Brunel Broderers show from May 2010 here

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