RSS Feed

Red Currants

More stitching on cotton for the quilt of many pieces. 

Good memories are involved with this piece. I copied it {not perfectly} from a hand coloured print by George Brookshaw found in his Pomona Britannica.

But it’s the red currants that are tied to happy childhood memories. 

Red Currants

My sister, 3 years younger, would spend hours and hours sitting in front the currant bushes at the end of our lawn picking them off one by one. She was always little compared to me, much more delicate in build. I remember her face, with her scrunched up little nose when she smiled, as she brought her little bowl in. 

Stitching and Dyeing 008

We had white and red currants.

I don’t remember eating them.

Maybe because they were her special treat after all the time it took her to pick them. There were never enough to dry or harvest for baking. So they remained hers, the spoils of her toil. 

Stitching and Dyeing 025

I love the red of this particular thread. It looks juicy.

With -40 outside, without the windchill, it’s nice to have lovely summer memories. 

Stitching and Dyeing 036

My sister, and currants. 

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: