A thing of beauty is a joy forever

I knelt on the carpet next to her easy chair. She held the round frame in her hands and guided me as I pushed the needle through the white fabric. “You can do it. You just need to keep trying.” Mom had demonstrated the basic embroidery stitches on the flour sack dish towel. She had ironed on a simple design, a rose with leaves. Her metal hoop circled the image and held it tight. My learning...