I learned to embroider when I was a kid, when everyone was really into cross stitch remember the '80s? Eventually, I migrated to surface embroidery, teaching myself with whatever I could get my hands on All Rights Reserved. Earlier this week, I received an email from a reader currently involved in a needlework retreat.
Hi, folks! It was one of those emails that made me chortle on the one hand, and on the other hand, it madeβ¦not chortle. Someone said Mary Corbett sic is not a real person but the articles are a collaboration of several writers. Admittedly, I felt a little bit like Alice in Wonderland, meeting the caterpillar.
Whooooo are you? Needless to say, I was taken aback. I thought, Wow. All this work⦠I was initially somewhat deflated. Somewhat chagrined, even. After all, there are many blogs today that are collaborative blogs. In fact, most blogs that put out consistent content and a lot of it have several people working behind the scenes. Lucky guy! My dad is originally from Kansas. My mom and dad on their wedding day. So I have parents, like every person in the world does, and I have sisters and a brother, and they have kids and their kids have kids.
But I have an abundance of wonderful, adorably-darling nieces, nephews, great-nieces, and great-nephews. Now, by abundance , I exaggerate not. If you count all the people in my family from my parents down, there are⦠wait for it⦠one hundred and eleven of us. My relationship with bananas.
But really, do you need to know that? Do you even want to know that? People come here for information on embroidery, not information on my life. Just squizz about on Facebook for a while if you need a dose. My website is dedicated solely to embroidery. The rest β well, the world is full of it.
