Recently I had the opportunity to visit with an old school friend. I spent a lot of time at her house as a child and I always admired her mother's cross stitch samplers. They were tucked away throughout the house which was carefully kept but comfortable. Now she has them gathered on one wall and it was all I could do to tear myself away from staring at her gorgeous handwork. I always thought I'd have a sampler of my own when I had a home of my own.
We are coming up on our 16th anniversary and we've been in our home for 14 years. It's not the home I envisioned for myself and I guess I've had a harder time establishing it as such for that reason. We didn't intend to stay here long, frankly. But now we are too busy with children to be bothered to move and what was once the charming, unpretentious neighborhood we fancied across town has skyrocketed in price. Though I spent so many years poring over Martha Stewart magazines, it feels sort of stupid and trivial to feel any sense of loss for that dream home. We are warm and safe with electricity and clean water and I can't drum up any much self pity. So we'll stay here for awhile longer. But I'm getting my sampler and it reminds me of our favorite little camping spot with tall fir trees and and bear and I might just sub out the Georgian style house for a tent.
So my traveling "work basket" (and old shopping bag, must rectify that situation) now holds socks in progress and cross stitch work. I sew a few stitches while waiting for my daughter's ballet class to wrap up or while watching my son teach our toddler how to swing a bat in the morning (good idea, huh?). I hope to finish before the end of October. I've done a bit before but I carefully read this primer before beginning.