Embroidering these whitework cushions gave me so much pleasure – there’s little to beat the contentment and tactile delight to be had from pulling smooth cotton thread through almost gritty, slightly resistant linen and seeing the sheen of the resultant flat stitches covering the cloth like a fine cashmere blanket laid softly on top of a billowy duvet. Gradually your design emerges as the needle dives in and out, the thread is pulled up and then the action is done again and again. I hate embroidering using a frame because the very rhythm of in and out in a single move of the needle that gives life to the stitches is replaced by stab, stab, stab – stab the needle up, stab the needle down. I find no joy in sewing like that at all. Well, each to his own and if you’re sitting in an embroidery class with a frame in front of you, good luck to you with that. Of course all goldwork needs a frame – which is where my ignorant 18 year old self went quite wrong with the Elizabethan jacket – some lessons need to be learned.
This cushion is a thank you to the couple who had us to stay in York with near zero warning on our last outing before lockdown. Both are artists, one a potter and hat maker and the other a fine artist. Their house was a welcome stone’s throw from the station on a rising street that led up from the river to the main road through the city and as it was a miserable and rainy afternoon, with the prospect of more bad weather during the rest of the week end, the nearness of the house to everywhere we wanted to be was a relief. None of us had met before but such was the community of friendship around Bruce, our now dead mutual friend whose life we had come to celebrate, that hospitable people throughout the city were offering up spare beds left, right and centre to anyone who needed one.
I had known Bruce since Oxford days and had met him fairly conventionally singing madrigals … I think. Our new friends didn’t so much meet Bruce as have Bruce very gently thrust himself upon them – which he had done often to so many people – mostly successfully. Bruce had bought 2 handmade straw hats for his goddaughters in Columbia Road in London, whether in a shop there or in the famous market, I’m not sure. He was always very good at supporting infant businesses producing crafts and hand made items and knew all the best places to go to – whether in Peshawar, Delhi or London’s East End. One hat turned out to be a bit too big. A label on the hats gave an address in York and sometime later Bruce, by then himself settled in York, remembered the address and the too big hat. So, one morning he presented himself at the appropriate front door asking if he could have his hat made a bit smaller. The woman who answered the door agreed the hat was one her company had made but was a bit taken aback by the request as it was her home not her office, it was a Saturday morning when she might hope not to be working and her family were in the middle of a birthday breakfast celebration in the garden. So she did what you do at times like this and invited Bruce to join them. Life would never be the same again for them. Bruce made life better in so many ways – as long as spontaneity and a certain amount of unpredictability don’t ruffle your feathers.
Being invited into somebody’s home is like stepping into an autobiography – family photographs in mis matched frames propped on a radiator shelf in the hall, favourite crockery on open shelves in the kitchen, walls obviously laboriously stripped back to lime plaster of 100 and more years ago hung with painted and sgraffitoed canvases of oversized plants. The house had a distinct pared back unpretentious aesthetic but was a backdrop to lived lives rather than sterile perfection. Click here to see the house and read more about it.
Not long after we left I sent a package of Neal’s Yard toiletries, which I knew they’d use, but it didn’t seem enough. Anita had said she liked whitework and taking a lead from the dried flowers and grasses both in vases and in David’s paintings I decided to embroider a simple arrangement of leaves, seeds (and a couple of honeysuckles which I find had to resist) around their four initials. For a while I hesitated as to whether I should use unbleached linen but fortunately photographs of their bedroom on the Remodelista website linked to above showed their bedlinen was white.
We have had a great deal of rain this week. Some days so wet we didn’t even venture out to take a walk. The weather is unusually wild for this time of year as storms from across the Atlantic follow each other in such quick succession I can hardly keep up with them – Kyle became Ellen and now we have Francis. It doesn’t augur well.(I’m not at all clear how Kyle comes before Ellen as I thought they were named alphabetically but perhaps that’s because Kyle was a tropical storm and the others are temperate ones. Who knows!) There is a definite autumnal feel in the air and my husband abandons his work on the table outside a little bit earlier every night. Having said that, today has been much calmer. It was quite nice in the morning and we went food shopping in warm sun. Sheets have dried on the line and our neighbours have had a man come in to lop branches off their apple and cherry trees. Evening and the rain has returned.
Good news if you’re a lover of milk chocolate in the US as scientists have found a simple way of enriching it with the potentially beneficial antioxidants associated with the bitter darker variety. Researchers in the States have found that adding an extract from peanut skins, which would otherwise be discarded as waste, does the job brilliantly – in fact a majority of the tasters preferred the enriched chocolate. This has not yet been tried with British milk chocolate.
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The cushion is lovely – and what a delightful story about your friend Bruce!
Glad you liked the story and the cushion, Rachel.
Unbleached linen has to match their place perfectly as do your choices of seeds and pods. I am in love with that townhouse and their work on it especially the blue bedroom wall mural. How dreamy.
It is a wonderful house and the people were pretty wonderful too.
What a wonderful kitchen in this lovely house! Thank you for the link!
ceci
Good to know you enjoyed the link to the house, Ceci
Oh such a beautiful house! And now Mary, your beautiful whitework cushion will be a fitting part of that beauty
Hope the cushion is in keeping, Nella.