I did something different with one of my cross stitch projects. I
ordered a frame and mats cut to exact size online. I knew I'd have to
put the frame together, but how hard could it be if my Middle Eastern
beauty had the right look on the wall?
The disassembled frame
arrived yesterday evening and I set about reading directions, getting my
handy dandy screwdrivers, and put it together. It was a puzzle with all
the parts and pieces, and there was still the finished cross stitch to
get ready for framing. It was quite the ordeal, but once I figured out
how the frame went together, the rest was a matter of carefully
stretching the fabric across the acid-free foam core and lashing it into
place so that the face at the center of the fabric would center
perfectly beneath the mats, mats that were cut to my specifications.
It worked.
I
chose a brushed metal silver frame and 2 mats: Caribbean blue and
silver foil. I can't stop looking at it as it hangs on the wall beside
my bed. It's beautiful and the mats set off the cross stitch so well.
This is what I began with, minus my signature, which is the year in
which it was finished. I stitched that just before framing with the dark
blue-green and a twist of silver metallic thread in the corner.
This is what I ended up with. Isn't she beautiful?
The only backstitching here was putting lashes around the expressive eyes and the pearls that hang over her forehead. Those were a real challenge to stitch too. Not because there was so much but because of all the changes and colors that make up the jewels. It was worth the effort.
I remember
when Beanie would finish the stitching on one of her cross stitch
projects and she'd come to me to do the backstitching. She hated the
fussy, and often tedious, backstitching. As I stitched I explained that
the backstitching, as onerous as it can be, brings the work to life.
Since I've moved away she has had to do her own backstitching, but she
does see what I meant all those years ago.
Hoity-Toity never
frames her cross stitch, but she does cross stitch. She has a thing for
women in hats, something she may have gotten from me since I used to
have a collection of paintings, prints, and posters of women in hats,
often with their faces hidden by the hats. I even found a silhouette of a
turn of the century woman in a hat I found at a barn sale and Mom
bought me a ceramic mask of a Victorian woman in a hat looking over her
gaudily clad shoulder out into the room. It hangs in my living room now
next to the bookcase by the doors onto the back deck. It just seemed
right to hang there. I also have ceramic masks of all kinds hanging in
my room and the hallway, and soon in the laundry room. There is one mask
Mom sent me that is kind of creepy. That's why it's going in the
laundry room where it can scare spiders and intruders coming through the
laundry room door.
I have to finish the backstitching on the 5 x
7 Japanese geisha I finished in January (yes, I sometimes put off the
backstitching too), buy the perfect frame and maybe even mat it, and it
will hang in the Jack bedroom. For some reason I see that room as my
Japanese/Oreintal/Asian room with fabric floor and table lamps and black
lacquered furniture. It's still in my head right now because the room
is still filled with boxes of cross stitch supplies, stationery, and
books, as well as framed pictures. It is emptier by about 5 framed
pictures, awards, and my Extra Class amateur radio operator license. I
brought them into my bedroom to hang on the walls here.
Now all I need
to do is find the right pieces to stitch and hang on the wall over my
bed. I see a huge painted paper fan flanked by women with fans, Asian
and Spanish and Moorish and whatever. Still haven't figured our where to
hang the Indian beauties since the Jill bedroom will have princesses
and fairy tale characters in cross stitch on the walls. That is where my
grandchildren (mostly the granddaughters) will sleep when they visit.
There is still a very long -- and bare -- hallway to populate with
pictures of family and friends and maybe the odd cross stitch pieces
framed by me. I can handle assembling the frames and choosing the mats.
After all, the $50 that went for my Middle Eastern lady was money well
spent, and a whole lot cheaper than the often $200 or more I spent for
framing other, and often larger, cross stitch pieces. Live and learn --
and, in my case, spend a little less to get wonderful results.
That is all. Disperse. Go stitch your own masterpiece -- and don't forget the backstitching.