Nancy Adelman

Amazing. Grace.

I can’t remember when or how I first learned to stitch. It was probably on a thick piece of cardstock with an outline of a camel or maybe a horse on it, and bright yellow or maybe orange yarn pre-threaded on a huge plastic needle. A specially made kit for kindergarteners, in a box that proclaimed that you could sew just like mom! No scissors required. When you finished one, you simply took the yarn out and did it all over again. It was like a dot-to-dot picture, with yarn.