Wednesday, June 14, 2006

A Sad Tale



I once gave a whole bunch of framed pieces to my daughter to decorate her house when she was married to moron #1. She was a very unhappy camper, and we didn't get along too well in those days, mainly because she married the moron. I didn't even go to the wedding, but that's another story entirely. I babysat with my granddaughter while she and the moron went to the courthouse. She was still immature and didn't care about the time and $$$ I put into my stitched, framed designs. So the only other people at her wedding were the couple who stood up with them---the moron's brother and a good friend of my daughter's from 1st grade on, who also fell for morons and was married to moron #1's brother. Sad story, but you know the old cliche' about misery loving company.... best friends married to morons.

My daughter thought so little of me at that time, she gave all those framed pieces to her new sister-in-law, who hung them in her house, and I swear her kids cut their teeth on the frames and puked on the stitching. I nagged my daughter till she got them back, thrown in a dirty box, unwrapped, and looked as though they'd been stored on an open porch. Turns out, they had. When the girl bought a house, she decided to ditch my treasures when she moved in and get all new stuff, so the box got left out and not even put away before being given back to my daughter. I recently decided to try to restore what I could. It happens that the one I'm showing here was an old Prairie Schooler for whichI had a frame made out of barnwood. The linen will have to be soaked to get the tobacco smoke out, but the rest is really my fault. It was stitched in the early 80's, and I framed it myself with sticky board before we knew the dangers of it. The board absorbed the DMC colors, and I was very careful peeling the linen off. The stitching was surprisingly intact. Now, when I frame my own, I use the acid-free foamcore and lace it.

This could have been a tale of woe, but all turned out well. She divorced the moron after having a son by him who, thankfully, has his mother's brains. She married the father of her first born, my granddaughter, and I was so happy. I even went to their wedding, which was a wonderful event! I had known Craig forever and had always liked him, and all the time of moron's reign as my SIL, I never gave up on Vanessa getting back with my present SIL, who can sometimes be moron #2, but all men are idiots, and I married their king.

8 comments :

Von said...

Lol, Nancy what a storyteller you are!

Kim said...

That is too bad about your stitched gifts. It is always one of the things I worry about when giving away my stitching. But at least you got them back and may be able to save a few. :D

Juanita - aka flosslady said...

Nancy, I'm glad that you were able to get your stitching back. It's a shame that they received such horrible treatment. That's one of those 'ultimate' insults that only another stitcher can understand.

Dianne said...

Moron is a good name for most men-lol
I happen to be going through stash about a month or so ago and pulled this same little Prairie Schooler design out to redo as it was off by a few stitches. In fact, I was looking at it last night before I even read this.
Some people don't understand about stitching unless they try it themselves and see how time consuming it is. I can't believe someone would put 'art' on a porch.

Shelleen said...

wow Nancy what a story. I sure hope that you can fix all the pieces.

Singular Stitches said...

LOL! Oh, Nancy, I just love it, 'moron#1'.

Hee hee hee!

Wendy said...

Its amazing your stitching survived such torture! I'm glad its back and going to have a nice safe new life in your home. I always like happy endings!

Stitching Barbie Girl said...

Glad you could save some of your stitched gifts. I love your references (moron #1,etc).

I am a stitcher myself and I can appreciate how disheartening it had to be to see the condition of your hard work.

And the pieces on your blog are just beautiful.

Happy Stitching!

Leigh Anne