Cross stitch mug rug - or not.
Last week when sorting out a cupboard I came across a small embroidery I made 70 years ago. The design was printed on the linen, I did not like the gaps between the crosses then and still don't, but my mother insisted I did it as printed. I made the seam and did the crochet edge. You can see it has seen better times.
I decided to digitise something similar and made the design into a ME mug rug and today, after a very busy time, I wanted to do something creative. Not until I was halfway through the design did I realise I should have hooped the stabiliser, not the fabric. So no mug rug after all. I might finish it on a sewing machine or use it for a pocket on a bag.
Funnily my mother hated doing cross stitch. She embroidered a few bed sets when she was expecting me and did not do any embroidery after that till she was in her seventies. She let me do the embroidery, dresses for my sister, cushion covers, table cloths. And even volunteered me to embroider on a cousin's dress.
But she kept a few things I made that were not too worn, which is some sort of a miracle as she was a perfectionist if ever there was one.
Your mother wanted you to learn to follow the directions and your little creative mind wanted to do it your way. Both are beautiful. Sounds like a battle of minds that wages between mothers and daughters everywhere. I so loved gently heated discussions between my darling daughter and myself.
Lgr Lammy