I’m exhibiting three embroideries with the Embroiderers’ Guild this year. It was a wonderful to be reunited with them at The Knitting & Stitching Show 2019 at Alexandra Palace. (The light levels were a little low, hence the varied qualities of the photos)
It’s been a while since I’ve seen them – ‘Take Time to Smell the Roses’ was posted off in February and appeared on The Guild Stand and the other two (‘Cheese and Onion Pie‘ & ‘Time for Tea‘) posted at the end of August this year, were part of the Guild’s ‘Home’ Exhibition. All the pieces can be seen as they tour with the Show across the UK.
UPDATE: Thank you to my dear fellow Stitcher (and mum from school) for these photos. It warms my heart that students have been photographing my embroideries.
After a lot of deliberating over the design, I’ve finally finished my latest piece of embroidery, called ‘My Mum’s Baking’, which you can see in the The Embroiderers’ Guild – UK ‘Home’ exhibition (along with ‘Time for Tea’ ) at the Knitting & Stitching Shows this Autumn. It’s all about my childhood in Rochdale and my favourite food. Wednesday’s tea was always Lancashire Cheese and Onion Pie. This is my Mum’s own recipe.
Hand embroidered on a vintage pillowcase that belonged to my Great grandmother – displayed on a vintage cheese grater, woven with vintage thread. ✂️
‘The First Day in the Mill’ is a piece that harks back to my Lancashire roots and the stories I heard as a child. It’s exhibiting in the Quilt Creations category at The Festival of Quilts 2019. It features 61 elongated hexagons – or cloth ‘weaving shuttles’ – each embroidered with a job in the cotton mill. The central panel features a poem by Louisa Bearman, written in Lancashire Dialect, about her First Day in the Mill when she was thirteen.
The cloth is a mixture of modern, preloved and vintage cotton – some from the Arnold’s Attic Collection – and some have been naturally dyed to create a soft mix of textures and tones throughout the piece. The centre of the work features a Lancashire Rose and a vintage weaving shuttle, given to me by my father.
This is a very personal piece. It shares some of the thoughts and emotions that my own family experienced in years gone by. My Grandad Nixon was twelve and his mother was ten on their first day in the mill.