Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr. Quotes

The pattern's laid out on the bed With dozens of colors of thread But you've got the needle I guess that's the point in the end

My grandma taught me how to hand-sew, so I'm always making things from hand-me-downs.

I used to cross-stitch because my mom cross-stitched.

What do you like to do?” She scuffed a toe amongst the rushes. “Needlework.” “Very restful, isn’t it?” “Well,” said Arya, “not the way I do it.

Sometimes I wish that I hadn't learned how to crochet," I say, and Alice laughs. Obviously she thinks I'm joking, which is maybe for the best.

From the manner in which a woman draws her thread at every stitch of her needlework, any other woman can surmise her thoughts.

Wanted: a needle swift enough to sew this poem into a blanket.

I preferred sewing to bossing little children.

So for years I kept mum about my passion for needle arts.

I love to hand sew. I sometimes make clothing for my children, which of course they grow out of in a matter of minutes. I thoroughly love it.

I love playing around with vintage fabrics and lace.

I collect things called 'samplers' which are Victorian pieces of needlework usually done by children in a workhouse to show that they have a skill which can be used in service, stitching household linen or that kind of thing. I think they're very humble and very beautiful.

I actually did an upholstery course a little while ago and have a brand-new sewing machine with my name on it, ready to start tearing apart the soft furnishings in my house.

I've always been creative - I baked, knitted and crocheted with my mum and grandma.

I have a profound interest in embroidery, as I have female ancestors on both sides who embroidered their way through great trials.

I'm good at embroidery. It's what I always wanted to do.... Yep, instead of whoring, I just wanted to do fancy embroidery.

Methinks it is a token of healthy and gentle characteristics, when women of high thoughts and accomplishments love to sew; especially as they are never more at home with their own hearts than while so occupied.

Both of my grandmothers were needlewomen, so I grew up around dress design.

That's really how I ended up making the first flag - I was the guy who could sew it.

Change won't happen overnight.

Life expects us to make a reasonable amount of progress in a reasonable amount of time. That's why they make those second grade chairs so small.

For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, Seem here no painful inch to gain, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding in, the main. And not by eastern windows only, When daylight comes, comes in the light; In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly! But westward, look, the land is bright!

In life, worthwhile accomplishments and acquisitions take time. Usually the better the reward, the more time it takes to acquire it.

I’m trying to embroider.” Hyacinth held up her handiwork as proof. “You’re trying to avoid—” Her mother stopped, blinking. “I say, why does that flower have an ear?” “It’s not an ear.” Hyacinth looked down. “And it’s not a flower.” “Wasn’t it a flower yesterday?” “I have a very creative mind,” Hyacinth ground out, giving the blasted flower another ear. “That,” Violet said, “has never been in any doubt.” Hyacinth looked down at the mess on the fabric. “It’s a tabby cat,” she announced. “I just need to give it a tail.