Five Years and Five Continents: Completed at Last

"Never again," I said to myself over and over. I mustamazed at what a needle, a simple stitch and colored
have been out of my mind when I chose Majesticthreads could do in the hands of an artist.
Magnolia, a gorgeous design I simply couldn't resist. ItI jumped in with both feet buying cross stitch books
didn't matter to me that I was still a beginner and I hadand magazines, starter kits, threads, hoops, and
never stitched on linen. I thought I could tackle anyanything else I could find. I was determined to learn as
project. Today, it's my crowning achievement, one thatmuch as I could about this wonderful craft. I started
would take five long years and several trips aroundwith simple projects, and gradually expanded my skills.
the globe to complete.Before long I became a fairly decent stitcher. I was
The chart is barely legible anymore; faded, with coffeethrilled. Cross stitch was the perfect pastime for flying;
stains and who-knows-what-else. I saved it anyway.relaxing, creative, and fun. Best of all, it was portable. I
The magnolia with its creamy white blooms and darkcould do it anywhere.
lustrous leaves is a statement of beauty, even prettierAnd so I did. From Anchorage to Atlanta, and Bali to
that I originally imagined it. But, what a love-hateBermuda, I stitched and stitched (and ripped out just as
relationship we've had. "Never again," I repeated, toooften) every chance I could. Mistakes and mishaps
many times to count. This project wreaked havoc withwere an everyday occurrence. There were lots of
my emotions, from tears of frustration andpricked fingers. I constantly lost threads and had to
disappointment, to an incredible sense of pride and joyreplace them. The chart was accidentally thrown in the
in the finished piece.trash several times, and I left the whole project in more
I was 20 the first time I met anyone who did crosshotel rooms and airplanes around the world than I care
stitch. She was a passenger on one of my flights.to remember. Somehow it always found its way back
Fresh out of college, I had just accepted a job as ato me.
flight attendant with a major airline. I don't rememberMajestic Magnolia was a challenging project for a
where we were going that day. I only rememberbeginner but I was lured by its beauty. For the most
walking up and down the aisle of the plane marvelingpart I had to work in daylight only in order to distinguish
over this woman's devotion to a craft that had alwaysbetween the different shades of cream, ecru, and
seemed so boring to me. Her work was stunning. Iwhite flowers which were stitched on cream-colored
asked questions. I was hooked.linen. The leaves too were done in various shades of
Up until that day, sewing had always been my passion.green. I was humbled and even slightly embarrassed
Self- taught all the way, I made my own clothes in highwhen people would stop to admire my work, but it
school, decorated my dorm room in college, sewedwas always very encouraging.
costumes for nieces and nephews, and madeThis particular project will always bring back wonderful
countless other projects over the years. But mymemories of my incredible career in the airline industry.
glamorous new career took a toll on my sewing. I wasWhat a glorious time in my life. I've had the opportunity
fulfilling a childhood dream to be a flight attendant,to work on my cross stitch in some amazing places; at
jetting off to faraway places. Try as I might, mya park overlooking the Golden Gate Bridge, at a
machine was too heavy to carry on the plane. Mysidewalk cafe in Paris, sipping Italian wine outside the
sewing was put on hold.Vatican, and riding a ferry to the Statue of Liberty.
As a flight attendant I had a lot of down time; sitting inI said I'd never do it again. Famous last words. But I
hotel rooms in foreign cities, fighting to stay awake inactually have done it again, many times. I'm passionate
the middle of the night while passengers slept, sittingabout cross stitch. I buy charts and kits everywhere I
for hours between flights. I yearned for something togo. The truth is, when I look at my final masterpiece I'm
occupy my hands and my mind the way sewing did. Iastounded that I was able to create something so
needed to create. Then I met my friend, the passengerbeautiful out of a blank canvas, thread and a pattern.
who inspired me to try cross stitch. I was simplyFew things give me greater joy!