Why Embroidery? And What's With All The Linen?

Undoubtedly, there are perhaps thousands (of thousands) of artsy-craftsy-creative ways for us to express ourselves. Painting, drawing, sculpting, sewing, collaging (is that a word?), jewelry-making - you get the point. So, given ALL of the options out there, why do I do embroidery? I could tell you that it is a past-time passed down to me from my mother, who learned it from her mother, who learned it from her mother, who learned it from the family goat, but that would be false. I could tell you that I needed something artistic to do at night, on the couch, while watching re-runs of Friends and Seinfeld. That would be (mostly) false. 

To be completely honest, this is how it happened:

I went to Michael's, saw a linen canvas, and decided that it just needed to be embroidered upon. Yes, upon.

I'm not sure what I was drawn to the most - the fact that this was a piece of fabric on a canvas that I could embellish with pretty threads, or if it was the fact that it was a canvas covered with linen. I. Love. Linen. In its natural, raw-looking state, it's neutral enough to accomodate almost any color of the rainbow. And, put quite simply, it can work with almost any decor. It will look lovely in your grandmother's 1950s-inspired rec-room,  it will look awesome in your rustic-themed living room, and you'll definitely feel comfortable using it in your posh Parisian bedroom. 

Anyway, after snagging the linen canvas, along with a few dozen skeins of cotton thread, I got to work. I immediately fell in love. It was (and still is) such a soothing activity. I've found that if I'm feeling stressed out, or even restless, embroidering is a good way to regain my balance. It's easy enough to do in front of the TV (see, that part was sort of true), isn't very messy (unless you count the snippets of thread I find scattered around the house), and it is incredibly fulfilling to finish a piece and say "Hey, I made that!" (at which point my husband looks at me strangely and goes back to reading his book).

The canvases started to pile up (literally... I once didn't see my cat for two days because he was buried under a pile of them), so I decided to open an Etsy shop. My first sale came on the day that my daughter was having her tonsils removed. I remember waking up early that morning and hearing my phone make that fun "you've sold something" sound.  It was very satisfying, and probably helped me get through the hectic day. 

Since then, I've been very happy to create and send my pieces to new homes where I imagine them happily hanging around.