Kitty Kelley Metzger

Choosing Excellence

My mother didn't believe in being idle during summer vacation. In my 10th summer, I learned to embroider sitting next to her on a squeaky glider on our screened in porch. In those days, you would buy printed pillowcases or table runners and cover the printing with your stitches. I wasn't very good. My crosses weren't even and my French knots were, well, knots of thread. I embroidered pillowcases to give my aunts for Christmas. Even though they weren't particularly good, I'm sure my aunts loved them. I know I would love and cherish hand embroidered anything from one of my nieces.