Herringbone Handkerchiefs
Recently I found a handkerchief that belonged to my grandmother. I was going through my sewing box, and I found all this stuff that I made with my grandmother, Maw-Maw.
I decided that I wanted to make a hankie of my own. Very classic, lace trimmed maybe, and not too frou-frou.
I knit 40" of lace edging, and I'm going to go and get some fabric for it tomorrow.

I have a cousin who is getting married in August, so if this hankie looks halfway decent then I may make one for her as a gift.
I'm an instant gratification type of person. I hate waiting. Even though I know that spoiling surprises is bad, I can't help but look up the endings of movies and books before I finish them.
I need a friend to help me sew the lace on the fabric. (I am horrible at sewing. See the potholders I made for my mom for her birthday last year and you would understand)
I started searching for other patterns that I might use for other handkerchiefs, and I found this one. It looked easy enough, so I got some fabric and embroidery thread.
When I was walking through the fabric store I remembered looking for embroidery floss with my Maw-Maw, her teaching me how to cross-stitch, and how she taught me how to sew. It has been so long that I don't remember much of the sewing, but I do remember the cross-stitch.
Here is my first attempt:

The stitches are really uneven, and I haven't sewed since I was in middle school. I got better as I went on, and I think other attempts will be more even.
I made a second hankie today out of a small piece of leftover fabric. The piece wasn't big enough to be a regular hankie, so I made a mini one for my niece.

This time my stitches are smaller and more uniform. Not quite like the one in the example. I will try harder next time.
My Maw-Maw was so good to me. She loved me so much, and would have done anything for me. She taught me how to sew, how to garden, how to make muffins and pancakes, and how to play dominoes. It has been several years since she died, and more than 13 since she had the stroke that debilitated her. It is times like these that I miss her so much, and I makes me want kids of my own so that someday I will be somebody's "Maw-Maw."
Recently I found a handkerchief that belonged to my grandmother. I was going through my sewing box, and I found all this stuff that I made with my grandmother, Maw-Maw.
I decided that I wanted to make a hankie of my own. Very classic, lace trimmed maybe, and not too frou-frou.
I knit 40" of lace edging, and I'm going to go and get some fabric for it tomorrow.

I have a cousin who is getting married in August, so if this hankie looks halfway decent then I may make one for her as a gift.
I'm an instant gratification type of person. I hate waiting. Even though I know that spoiling surprises is bad, I can't help but look up the endings of movies and books before I finish them.
I need a friend to help me sew the lace on the fabric. (I am horrible at sewing. See the potholders I made for my mom for her birthday last year and you would understand)
I started searching for other patterns that I might use for other handkerchiefs, and I found this one. It looked easy enough, so I got some fabric and embroidery thread.
When I was walking through the fabric store I remembered looking for embroidery floss with my Maw-Maw, her teaching me how to cross-stitch, and how she taught me how to sew. It has been so long that I don't remember much of the sewing, but I do remember the cross-stitch.
Here is my first attempt:

The stitches are really uneven, and I haven't sewed since I was in middle school. I got better as I went on, and I think other attempts will be more even.
I made a second hankie today out of a small piece of leftover fabric. The piece wasn't big enough to be a regular hankie, so I made a mini one for my niece.

This time my stitches are smaller and more uniform. Not quite like the one in the example. I will try harder next time.
My Maw-Maw was so good to me. She loved me so much, and would have done anything for me. She taught me how to sew, how to garden, how to make muffins and pancakes, and how to play dominoes. It has been several years since she died, and more than 13 since she had the stroke that debilitated her. It is times like these that I miss her so much, and I makes me want kids of my own so that someday I will be somebody's "Maw-Maw."












