Elizabeth Parker Sampler
A cross stitched confession, 1830s. “…what will become of my soul”
Wonderful article on her ups and downs, BUT she got through it all.
When I think about the needle arts, I think of this piece. When I think about how humans need creative outlets, I think of this piece. Elizabeth couldn’t write, so she used the only way she knew how to communicate her story. This must have taken her such a long time to complete. I don’t think that I can fully articulate the beauty of this work or my own wonder at its creation.