Until about a year ago I would have doubted your sanity if you suggested I do hand embroidery. You see, I was traumatized as a young girl by an embroidery needle, a toaster cover from W. T. Grant stamped with a blue pattern, and a determined mother who insisted I hand embroider Christmas gifts for my aunt. It was NOT a pleasant experience. And I was forced to work on a mixer cover, too! I recall the pattern featured a cuckoo clock with a demented looking bird popping out of it. The toaster cover sported a rooster. Here’s one similar to my childhood nightmare. (And someone’s asking $19 for it. Maybe I should tell my aunt.)
Then, I signed up for a Craftsy course called “Stupendous Stitching” which called for some extemporaneous hand embroidery, using big stitches and perle cotton. Well, once I didn’t have to deal with floss that refused to separate (and why on earth is it made that way?) and those trite blue stamped patterns I kind of got into it. Lazy daisies, French knots, stab stitches, fern stitch – bring them on. And I got to decide where to put my stitches.
Here’s a pillow I made using that class’ techniques – couching, machine decorative stitching, hand embroidery, and quilting.