It's really not a new thing to me - after all our home is full of other people's things. Wonderful finds - second-hand, vintage treasures. But this weekend as I was sewing up one of my latest discoveries, it sort of dawned on me that I was again finishing what another had started. My mind began to wander..who was the lady who started it? Did she start out on her new project with the same obsessive passion that I feel when I start one of mine? What was she hoping to do with it? And in most cases why hadn't it been completed? Perhaps that is a question I can probably answer.
I found this unfinished tapestry in a Charity Shop near Ludlow over Easter. It cost £3 and was the 'nicest' of small collection of 3 or 4 and there it sat with what I assume was the contents of her sewing basket. I knew just what I would do with it - it would join the other one I found and finished last summer. So on Friday I got out my sewing machine and backed it in plain blue with a button closure and there it sits with the other 'used-to-be-unfinished' tapestry cushion.
It wasn't the only thing I have found unfinished recently. I opened this book bought at a car boot sale last weekend
to find this small sample of the previous owner's needlework.
So beautifully done. I'm trying to think of something I could make with it...any ideas? It would be so sad to let the unknown lady's skill, time and effort go to waste. It wasn't the only thing I found that was unfinished.
This small sampler needs to be framed or made into a small cushion and the rose tapestry needs the same thing too.
And now for something a tad bigger, though this has been languishing in my wardrobe, along with a couple more, for a year or two now.
An unfinished patchwork quilt complete with the card hexagons sewn around the edges. It catches my eye on a daily basis looking at me reminding me of the promise I made to the man who kindly allowed me to have it: that I would finish it for the stranger who was unable to. Well, today I brought it down from the shelf and placed it, still to be finished, on our sofa.
So, now at least it can be seen and enjoyed even though that promise is still unfulfilled. I wonder what stories the fabric of the patchwork quilt can tell, though I don't think that it is of any great age.
I see it as a privilege to complete what someone else has began and believe perhaps that it isn't by chance that a unfinished project falls into my hands. I only hope that the ladies who started them many years ago will somehow 'know' that her handiwork is being appreciated, loved and more importantly, used.