About 12 years ago, after I finished university, I decided I needed a hobby. With a bit of extra free time, I decided to teach myself how to cross stitch. I started small, and before long, I was hooked! My late mother was thrilled with this new hobby of mine, as she collected completed cross stitches and had them hanging around the house.
I finished a few projects for her, which she displayed with pride. She bought this pattern that she asked me to do for her, a set of three teacups that said “Faith, hope, love”. I started doing them, and when she got diagnosed with breast cancer, the project was put to the side as my Dad and I poured our efforts into taking care of her.
As she got sicker, she made me promise to complete the teacup project, even if she ended up dying first. I said I would do it.
Then in 2006, she died. I was absolutely devastated. I put my cross stitch patterns away, and packed everything in boxes. I didn’t want to even look at a cross stitch project, as it brought back too many painful memories of my beloved mother.
Fast forward 6 years, and I decided to pick up my cross stitching again. I hadn’t touched any in so long, it took awhile to locate the box I had packed away so long ago. Once I picked up my needle and floss, I just felt wonderful, peaceful. I missed my hobby. This week, I have been curling up on the sofa and stitching away happily, and I wonder why I abandoned it for so long. The photo is the first few rows of stitches that I did on that first night. Small steps!