The story behind it is kind of long, but you need to hear it. I made this for my mom probably 20 years ago and when she went to Heaven, I brought it home and it has been hanging on my bedroom wall ever since. Here's the story. I stopped by my mom's house one day and she was sitting in her chair crying. My sister-in-law from New York had been there and did some cleaning out for her. Mom was upset because she had taken a tablecloth that mom made the first year her and my dad were married (1939) and ripped it to be used for rags. I know, get the tissues. I went to the garage and grabbed the pieces and brought it home. Luckily, that big flower that she hand embroidered was all still together. I put it in a shadow box with batting and cardboard and then added the little embellishments. She loved it!
Look at all those little stitches! I obviously did not inherit my mothers patience!
Thank you, Vicki, for helping me figure out what year Mom and Daddy were married.
I miss you, Mom.