My brother and I are currently in the process of clearing out my parents house and I am finding many things that remind me of where my love of stitch and needlework is inherited. Part nature and part nurture. It is the stitched and hand made objects that evoke the most memories. The crocheting of my maternal grandmother and the embroidery of my father's mother. The household objects and clothing sewn and knitted by my mother.
In fact any of the textiles we find can trigger emotion not least the bundle of dusters and dish clothes tied together and labeled, why only she knew.
One of my most precious finds is a leather needle case with contents for mending stocking. The gilt inscription under the Blackpool Tower says simply ' 'Darn it'. This I have carried with me ever since.