When I went back to Germany over the summer, I took my quilt with me that I was in the process of piecing together. My mum and I chatted about crafts and about making things and she suddenly showed me a tablecloth her mother had embroidered. It’s a beautiful little gem of original 1940s work:
After all these years the colours are still fresh and the design timeless.
It is perhaps not the most difficult piece you’ve ever seen, but it is utterly charming nonetheless. Pity that it is languishing in a cupboard, but then despite having what I think of as a timeless design, it does not fit in with my mum’s rather more modern tastes. Maybe such things need to jump a generation to become fashionable again. My gran’s interest in craft certainly did: my mum is not remotely interested in craft unless it is to admire others’ work. But she taught me to crochet, to knit and to sew when I was a kid, and I’m thankful for that.