gigglegerts

When my cousins and I were small, this is what our Grandma Jean would call us when we were being goofy and giggly. It's such a silly word, it just made us giggle more! I loved my grandma. She made us bread and butter pickle sandwiches and read us books and taught us to play poker. And she stitched. She made beautiful embroidered pillowcases and she was always working on something. I was amazed at how it all came together--knots and stitches made with thread and needle would magically turn into something so beautiful, so seemingly easy.  I'm sure I asked her to show me and then never had the patience to do it. I do the same thing to this day with my mom and crocheting, still can't get it.

Then my dear friend, Maggie, created her Etsy shop selling her fabuloso cross-stitcheries, among other wonders of thread and cloth, and I decided to give embroidery a shot.  (Because let's face it, cross-stitch itself is brain intensive, what with the requisite counting and pattern following and other necessary non-ADD skills...)  I can't draw a straight line but I can follow one!  It turns out I love embroidery as much as I thought I would and I wish now that I would have had the patience to sit with my grandma and stitch when I had the chance. So instead I stitch in her memory.  And that's how my Etsy shop got it's name :)

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