As much as she loved doing her own needlework, my mother loved to share her skills with her daughters. Some of my earliest memories as a young child have me sliding around on a polished wooden deacons bench in a warm, sunny kitchen, with my mother's attentions divided between the stove, (and whatever happens to be simmering there), and the very enthusiastic, (if a somewhat restless), little needleworker absorbed on a scrap of fabric and a basket full of colourful embroidery threads.
Her favourite time of the day was the evening, when her work was done, and she could relax with her own embroidery. Here are just a few of the embroidered tablecloths that she made during those evenings.
She also embroidered many pillowcases and tea towels that were meant to be used and are still being used by grateful friends and family.
Not only has she left her family with a legacy of lovingly embroidered linens, she has also left me with a love for all things textile, and that basket of colourful threads still fascinates me.