|Stitching on the train from Italy to Austria - my pocket full of euro coins.|
A bit bulky was this smaller slate frame and you can imagine peoples faces when I pulled it out everywhere from Greece beaches to the airplane home. But anywhere I could get a few stitches in was less late nights when I got home.
I have been looking at the 'stitching schedule' (I am trying to complete two full caskets in about 18
Does make for some interesting photos. They are kinda like a needleworkers version of those photos of the woman holding her husband's hand looking forward in exotic places in the world. They are a Russian couple who started doing it and then it became a 'thing' which has been parodied on commercials. He is a photographer and she looks like a model.
Last year I started this casket on vacation overseas too and I have a some pictures of myself working it in some exotic locations and some equally crazy stories. It might be the best traveled casket before it is even finished. I might need to put some of these pictures in a little book in a drawer to tell the story of the piece and I might just write down some of the travel mis-adventures that it saw along the way. I might have to get a little ribbon custom woven like the one in Janet's casket - "This Casket Has Been Everywhere".
As I have dragged a piece of embroidery or appliqué quilt work around with me since we started traveling, there are quite a few stories to go with the embroideries and quilts in my house. There are two samplers I did on my first backpacking adventure and my honeymoon. I designed as I went. In one situation in the Czechoslovakia region, my husband's job was to divert the attention of the B&B owner's son who resembled Frankenstein while I furiously charted the motif off a pair of cross-stitched curtains on my one ragged piece of graph paper I was carrying for this purpose. Every time I look at the sampler I laugh at that adventure. Just like the line that represents the restaurant I insisted on eating in that we passed in the Austrian alps. Through the window I could see the faded cross stitched table cloth with a great border I wanted for the sampler. So I kept pushing the food plates out of the way as they were set down to get that last repeat on my paper. The day everything we owned was stolen behind the iron curtain on our honeymoon, I had decided to carry the in-process sampler in my day bag to use it to communicate in the hunt for new motifs and the needles I was running low on. Now it sits framed on my wall - a tangible representation of the "For Better and Worse" part of our vows taken only days before.
Our Swedish friends we visit yearly were here recently and one of them exclaimed when they saw all the quilts on the walls as they remember me working on the appliqué blocks on each one of them as we traveled together for the last decade. Nice to see what they turned into they said. I am sure they will love the finished casket as that one has them scratching their heads, seeing two pieces of it grow in front of them so far. And I know it won't be finished next summer either....