First N’Point

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Occasionally, I look at the first needlepoint piece I ever did.

Zebra by a Palm is not really a piece that I ever intended to deliberately keep as a memento, but, rather, something that meant a lot to my mother.

She took it from house to house, later in life, until it landed with her in Florida.  I admit there may be some significance to the fact that it used to hang in the master bathroom, but won’t speculate as to why she chose that particular room.

I’m glad she kept it, though, because I might have trashed it in those impetuous days.  Plus, I do hear that vintage needlepoint is now quite valuable!

A pre-worked canvas, all I did was complete the background in the continental stitch, using Paternayan wool.  At the time, neither my mother, nor I, knew quite what to do at the end of a row, so I probably just stitched it to the end of one, then ran the thread under a couple of stitches on the back, cut it, and started again on the right side of the canvas.

It is neatly stitched, so whatever I was doing, I did carefully.

Bronxville, NY

I still remember everything about this canvas.  My mother bought it from the Fergusons, who owned the Scotch Yarn Shop in Bronxville, NY, where I grew up.  It was up on the second floor of a Tudor-style building, across the street from the locally famous Pete’s Tavern, where I was to consume innumerable grilled cheeseburgers with sautéed onions for lunch, with my mother, during those carefree, suburban New York afternoons.  The Fergusons were really nice people.  They were actually from Scotland — and they both stitched!  That is when I first heard the word tension.  I was told mine was good.

At any rate, my mother assessed that I seemed to like this pastime, so she participated in classes given by a couple of local guild experts, who were also somewhat entrepreneurial.  Since I was in school, what my mother would do was buy two kits, take the class during the day, and come home and teach me what she had learned that evening.  These kits were usually line-drawn and designed strictly to teach different stitch techniques.

I learned all sorts of stitches: Turkey work, Diagonal Mosaic, Byzantine, Jacquard, Brick, Parisian, Hungarian, as well as various cross stitches (which I confess were my least favorite).

It was a very pleasant way also for a mother and daughter to spend time together.  I think mothers and daughters should spend time together, and I regret profoundly that I can longer do so with mine.

The first time I heard the term “Stitch and Bitch” was actually from my father. I have heard that phrase thousands of times since.

I also learned the concept of “compensating” — that is, when you are doing a pattern stitch, and the design is in a shaped area, let’s say a leaf — you have to make sure that the design of the stitch looks consistent, even though you do not have the room to do the full stitch.  This would be a good topic to talk about at some later time.

My first needlepoint piece is not the stuff from which legends are born.  At the time, the only materials that were available were Paternayan wool, pre-works, and probably a handful of painted canvases.  There were no metallic threads, or even perle cotton.  It was wise of my mother not to make a huge investment on a needlepoint canvas, until she was sure that I would take to needlepointing.  My second piece was a hand painted canvas of a dragon, and I used the brick stitch for his scales.  I also still have that.

I was always surprised that after the Fergusons retired another needlepoint store didn’t replace that business.

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I remember there was one briefly there in the 90s, in Bronxville, but it didn’t last.  To me, that is really a shame — how everyone, it seems, is so busy these days with work and other activities that they rarely have time to stitch.  My mother worked full-time (with some flexibility), I played sports after school, but we would always try to make the time at night to sit together and stitch for a while.

That is how it was for us.

Bronxville Frame Maker

Looking at this canvas today, I see promise.  I like it.  I’ve included here an image of the sticky label that can be found at the back of its frame.  It was put there by Liga Galleries, a traditional Bronxville frame maker, who has long been out of the picture, to make a bad pun.  And if you look closely, you’ll see the first part of their telephone number, Deerfield-7, which were also the first three numbers of our home number at the time.

I wish I could still dial it sometime, and give my mother a call.

© Erin McGrath and Needlepointland.com, 2012 – 2016.

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About Erin

Owner of Needlepoint Land, LLC. Professional in the field for more than 15 years, during which I have managed and/or worked with various high-end needlepoint shops. I enjoy teaching both beginners and advanced stitchers, and have created numerous stitch guides, with speciality thread selections, for in-store customers and private clients. I maintain contact with an extensive network of needlepoint vendors, custom artists, and, most importantly, reliable, high-quality finishers. I look forward to hearing your comments on my blog!

2 responses »

  1. What a wonderful start to a needlepoint passion. I envy your tales of the time spent with your Mom when you were a child. I too, wish I could have spent more time with my Mom learning her favorite craft. It wasn’t until I was an adult that I even knew my Mom could knit and crochet! I have some beautiful pieces that she made for me over the years. And as your Mom, my Mom held on to my first pieces of needlepoint over the years. What good memories. Thanks for sharing.

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