I have been a bad blogger girl. My friend Doreen (aka D or DD) informed me yesterday that I have been bad. Are you ever going to update your blog she said? I replied that I really didn't have anything to blog about lately to which she said, "You ALWAYS have something to talk about Julie". I'm not really sure how to take that, is she saying I am a drama queen stirring up trouble wherever I go? Or maybe just that I talk too much? Either way, it got me to thinking about a post. All day long I thought about what to talk about. All evening I thought some more. And even in my sleep last night I was pondering what to say. Finally I decided to talk about my first time. Now, I realize some might think that's really not an appropriate thing to blog about. But I think it's fun to hear and yes, even see pictures of everyone's first time. After all, each one of us has had a different experience and maybe by sharing those experiences, we might encourage others to let go of their inhibitions and try it. It's fun! After all, it can be a stimulating activity, or it can be relaxing. It can make you go weak in the knees, or squeal with excitement. It brings people together and connects them even when they are apart. I don't see the harm in sharing all that with you out there in blogland so grab a cup of something and enjoy my first time. I'll try my best to keep it clean.
I was only 22 or so when I experienced it for the first time. I'd dabbled with other forms of it of course since I was 12 or so but by the time I was 22 it was harder to find the other forms. Most of the gals I knew had moved on to...you know....it. But being old fashioned, not to mention stubborn, I had to be forced the first time. We were visiting friends and I remember complaining loudly to my friend (Diane) about not being able to do what I was used to and she finally knocked me upside the head and told me in no uncertain terms that I was going to try it and not only was I going to like it but I was never going to go back to the other way of doing things. I believe I laughed in her face and said that just wasn't going to happen. I enjoyed my way of doing it and didn't want to change. But she insisted and went into her bedroom dragging me with her. She got down on her hands and knees, reached under the bed and pulled out a small plastic bin. Telling me I was not to mention what I was going to see to her husband, she started to remove the lid. I closed my eyes, afraid of what I might see and peeked through my eyelashes as if that would make it any less shocking. As she pulled away the lid I could finally see it. Fabric of a kind I had never seen before. Leaflets with little symbols on them, EEK! and finally something that looked familiar to me...DMC embroidery floss. My mouth went dry with fear. How in the world was I supposed to create a picture without the pattern already on the fabric??? She was nuts! Picking up the leaflets, she handed them to me and said, choose one you like, these are all really easy patterns. Reaching out with a shaking hand I took the leaflets from her and sat down on the bed. The pictures were pretty but all I could see were symbols, lots and lots of little symbols. How was I supposed to do this? It was a month away from Christmas so after looking through what I later found out were called charts, I chose one of an angel. Next she handed me some fabric. It was nothing like what I used for stamped cross stitch. Finally she said choose some floss and lets get you started. Now? Here? Can't I think about this for a minute?? Huffing with impatience, she quickly grabbed the colors needed, put the lid on the box and shoved it under the bed, just as her husband came into the room to see what was going on. Assuring him that all was fine and we'd be out in a minute she sat me down on the bed and began my instruction on all things counted cross stitch. She taught me how to tape the edges of the fabric so it wouldn't ravel, (big NO NO now) how to find the middle of the fabric, how to follow the chart and to start in the middle of it, what the fabric was called, some weird word spelled A-I-D-A, but we weren't sure of the proper pronunciation and finally how to make my crosses and that they all needed to go the same way. All I could think about was how it was so much easier when the pattern was printed right on the fabric!! But she
hounded helped me the rest of the day until I knew sorta what I was doing. I went home that night with Dan and continued to work on that Angel. I worked on her until she was finished and then I had Dan make a frame for her. She was beautiful! And I was hooked. Diane was right. I never looked back. 30 years later I am still enjoying it
I hope all of you will share your first time. In fact I challenge you to do so. I will give one blogger that shares the story of their first time a little giftie, don't know what it is yet as I just thought about it. All you have to do is blog about your first experience with counted cross stitch, share a pic of it if you have one and then post on this post only saying you have done so and leave your blog address so we can all read about it. I'll draw the name of the winner on the 14th of December.
Take care till next time!