Stitches in Lowcountry, SC

Hello all! Thank you for all the wedding well-wishes! It was a wonderful day and peaceful wedding, and it was short. Just back from the honeymoon and back to life: moving- packing when we still have no clue what city OR state we’re going (all interviews are in these next two weeks).

We went to Georgetown and Charleston, SC. It was beautiful and wonderful  but too muggy for me. We did so much and had some crafty encounters. The whole culture is crafty: the Gullah’s sweetgrass baskets, hammock weaving, gardens, architecture, sculpture.

I like to collect needleminders that remind me of the places I’ve been (when there is an actual brick needlework store). Vegas’ needleminder was a flamingo because they are kitschy and bold like the lovely city itself. I got an owl at our beach. This trip’s needleminder is an alligator, because they are EVERYWHERE with no fence between us and them. I have seen almost twenty of them within a three day period. Not a hyperbole, folks.

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Alligator and statue at Brookgreen Gardens- Murrells Inlet, SC

We also saw beautiful colonial clothes and needlework at the Old Exchange Post & Provost Dungeon in Charleston.

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Sampler- “October 13, 1795,” by Elizabeth Cobia Making- at Charleston’s Old Exchange & Provost Dungeon (sorry for glare)

I love looking at old needlework, because I feel such a pride and connection to them- whether the ladies liked to embroider or not- something I always wonder while looking at the piece (I know society’s views on such “female arts” have changed thankfully).

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At Brookgreen Gardens (Old Kitchen)

Although I had a blast, I’m ready to get back to some semblance of routine (and starting to weed out and pack) and stitching. I’m also more than ready to see my dogs who are still at my parents’. Mom has had to send many pics of them and updates throughout the trip because I’m homesick for them. And yes, I FaceTime my dogs. It’s fine- my dad has made fun enough of me for the whole world. 🙂 That’s another trip THIS week! We can’t seem to stay off the road lately.

Happy stitching!

Elizabeth Parker Sampler

Elizabeth Parker Sampler

A cross stitched confession, 1830s. “…what will become of my soul”
http://www.vam.ac.uk/content/articles/s/sampler/
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.