This was the first big work that I embroidered. 12 years ago! It took just a little while to embroider because I was addicted to it. My husband, who was my boy-friend by the time, was almost despaired as he was afraid that he would never become a husband. I admit, sometimes it was hard for him to compete with the growing work, growing in color and shape, but he won. He always wins.
Everybody asks us if this is the project of our life house. I use to laugh. The project is a daily thing and we build it day by day. Our house is our heart, all the rest are walls, more or less well decorated, according to the owner's taste.The next one was the second biggest work. I like light houses. I don't know why. But they transmit me something powerful and humble at the same time. Reveries...
The next one was framed under pressure. The owner of the frames shop called me at mid-night, I was already sleeping. "It's ready! Do you want to come and pick it up?" I didn't, of course, it was too late. It was framed to show it in the crafts fair in Constância, where I should attend in case someone quit the complete list of crafters. Nobody quit, I didn't go and so I went to pick the work up on the next day, without rush, and it's in my living-room today.
The next one is in my kitchen. It was the only framed work that returned from the crafts fair in Almeida. I sold quite well in that fair. It was my first crafts fair and the most special one because of that. Everything was so rudimentary. Some crafters showed their works in old corrals, between stone walls, and others between boards and scaffolds, which we promptly turned into nice showcases. Some others exhibited their works in the barn's courtyard. There was a Spanish invasion on Sunday morning. I've never seen, only in Spain, so many Spanish together in such a small space, but they were all very nice.
These are some of my works.
I lost count to the framed works I've already embroidered, the towels, the cloths, the kitchen clothes, sheets, bags, ribbons and so many others! Almost everything was to offer or to sell. So, there are many people around there that have a little bit of me in their homes.
It's a pleasure to see a developing work, no matter what kind of work it is, but cross stitch has the special taste of color, hand, needle drilling the cloth and creating imaginatios and dreams and fantasies and desires and to see with satisfaction that in the end, even everything seems to be the same, everything is actually different.
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