This is a picture of me and my mom, around 1971. We lived in San Diego, I was 10 years old and we had just moved to this house. This is a story about the picture behind us. I know it's kind of hard to see but it's a field of daisies and each petal and stem is made with yarn.
My sisters are six and eight years older than me and they said this was a kit that our mom bought and she'd work on it at night after I'd gone to bed. It's fairly large, around 22" x 18" and they said it took her quite a while to make. Course she had 3 small kids at the time and was going to school to get her high school diploma.
We moved out of this house the summer between my sophomore and junior years of high school and I never saw this picture again. It never hung in any of the homes we lived in, I never saw it with any donated things... I actually never even thought about it again.
I got married and Chuck and I moved from San Diego up to the Seattle area. My mom moved up here for a few years but ended up going back to San Diego. She eventually moved to an assisted living facility and passed away in 2005.
About a year after she died I was walking through an antique store here in Seattle and saw this hanging on the wall.
I just stood there staring at it! I called Chuck and told him that no matter how much it cost I was going to buy it! (Thankfully it wasn't that much!)
I remember as a little girl touching the flower on the far right because a few of the 'petals' were a cream color while all the others were white. I remember that so clearly. And this one is the same! You can see one flower has just a few cream 'petals' on the bottom while the rest of the flower is white. That's exactly how my mom's was.
I was in that same antique store a few years later and saw another picture just like this and I immediately checked out the flower... it was all white!!
Now, I don't know if this is the exact kit my mom made. Maybe many of the kits didn't have enough white yarn... maybe there are hundreds of these around and I just happen to find one. I don't know.
But I like to think it is.
I think this is the exact one my mom made, sitting in our living room all those years ago. It now hangs in our den, along with the small photograph of it hanging in our dining room in 1971.
Do you have something that brings back memories of childhood?