Oh my goodness, you have no idea how giddy Mom and I have been about our annual sampler exchange, and it finally happened yesterday! We were only waiting for the boxes from Jill's studio to arrive, and as soon as they did, my plan was to run every red light bw here and Mom's house in my excitement to swap samplers at last!
As soon as the UPS man rang the doorbell, I knew it was time. I felt like that Target lady from past Black Friday television ads...
With brute strength I snatched the box off the front porch, yanked the phone up to my ear, then dialed Mom's number, informing her in a breathless burst that she needed to immediately stop watching tv and eating petit fours working and open the front door with her Jill-box in hand, bc I'd be there in a single bound or less.
After squealing insanely and having a supersonic conversation that I can no longer remember the words to, I loaded up the package and headed out. When I arrived, I found that Mom had the same wild-eyed look in her eyes that I had, so we decided it was best to begin the exchange posthaste.
I'm laughing in the photo below bc I was trying to scramble back in time before the timer clicked the camera shutter...
Mom had the fun idea to exchange boxes rather than the opened samplers (which we usually wrap in Christmas paper... except for the year I didn't know she was wrapping hers, and mine was just in wrinkly brown kraft paper). Those of you who order from Jill know that unwrapping one of her packages can take a few hours, so when we finally got to the sampler inside, we removed the packing paper without looking at it, and turned it so that it was facing away from us. This way, Mom could see what she had stitched for me before I saw it, and I could see what I'd stitched for her.
(See how much effort goes into this process? It takes a very clean diet and weeks of steady gym workouts to prepare for.)
Then it was time to turn the samplers around, and after a brief, suspensful silence, our reactions were identical:
Say "OH MY GOSH" in unison.
Cover our mouths with one hand while holding our samplers with the other.
Crawl across the floor and give each other big hugs.
Here's what my wonderful mom stitched for me:
(The verse is amazing!)
Hannah Cummins, 1828
Reproduced by Ellen Chester of With My Needle
Mom said she chose it for me bc she loved the verse on it. I couldn't be more thrilled with it, and it now proudly hangs in my George & Martha Suite! (And is that moulding not absolutely amazing?)
Here is what I stitched for my mom...
I stitched my name and the year in place of what was originally charted, bc this is not a reproduction sampler.
Carriage House Samplings
I chose this sampler for Mom because of the red bird, and because she had mentioned in the past wanting to stitch it for herself. I absolutely loved every stitch of it, and fondly remember working on it with my coffee in the early mornings during the Shepherd's Bush retreat, while Pat from R&R worked on her sampler on the couch next to me. We'd have long chats in the peace and quiet, and I loved watching the sampler slowly come together. I have no idea what linen I used to stitch it (although I suspect it's by Lakeside Linens), and I used my own AVAS conversion because I didn't have the NPI on hand that it called for.
Jill, you did an outstanding job on our framed pieces, as usual, and we can't thank you enough! I think this was our most fun exchange so far, and I'm already looking forward to next year's.
Mom, you are the most perfect mother in the world, and I thank the Lord that you're mine. And not just because I got this amazing sampler.