I have come to the conclusion that needleworkers are, by nature, optimists. They look at a pile of thread and a blank piece of linen or canvas and they see a finished product far more glorious than the sum of its parts. Maybe it’s a sampler of the kind that once taught young girls their letters or marked household linens—or a garden fashioned with silk and linen rather than with soil and seed—or a landscape of a favorite place. Sometimes there’s a photo on paper or a painting on canvas to help their imagining but often it’s simply an idea waiting to find expression.
Optimism. Something else this world needs that handcrafting nurtures.