I did finally finish Pinkie a few months ago...this is a photo of Pinkie with the Blue Boy done by hubby's mom:
I tried to match the frame and matting as close to Blue Boy as possible and it turned out very nice, if I do say so myself. I am so gratified that I am thinking of other projects to decorate our walls.
While working on Pinkie I would often think about the poem by Anonymous titled The Weaver. I know weaving is a different craft but there are many things said in the poem that also apply to needlepoint; the blending of different colours and the messy underside, for example.
The poem goes like this:
the reason why
My life is but a weaving
Between my Lord and me,
I cannot choose the colors
He worketh steadily.
Oftimes He weaveth sorrow,
And I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper
And I, the underside.
Not till the loom in silent
And the shuttles cease to fly
Shall God unroll the canvas
And explain the reason why.
The dark threads are as needful
In the Weaver's skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned.
- Author Unknown
While working on Pinkie, I couldn't imagine what the finished project would look like until I saw it finished and framed on the wall at the needlepoint shop where I had it framed.
So it is with us as well. We might have glimpses of wonderful things the Lord gives us in this life, but as the poem states so well, we do not see nor understand why we must go through painful trials and hardships while we are here in our mortality. But some day we will get to see how all of these things were necessary in the work the Lord was doing in us, making us into His beautiful likeness, bearing scars that actually make the finished picture more beautiful.
dark threads are as needful
In the Weaver's skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned.
- Author Unknown
I tried to match the frame and matting as close to Blue Boy as possible and it turned out very nice, if I do say so myself. I am so gratified that I am thinking of other projects to decorate our walls.
While working on Pinkie I would often think about the poem by Anonymous titled The Weaver. I know weaving is a different craft but there are many things said in the poem that also apply to needlepoint; the blending of different colours and the messy underside, for example.
The poem goes like this:
the reason why
My life is but a weaving
Between my Lord and me,
I cannot choose the colors
He worketh steadily.
Oftimes He weaveth sorrow,
And I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper
And I, the underside.
Not till the loom in silent
And the shuttles cease to fly
Shall God unroll the canvas
And explain the reason why.
The dark threads are as needful
In the Weaver's skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned.
- Author Unknown
While working on Pinkie, I couldn't imagine what the finished project would look like until I saw it finished and framed on the wall at the needlepoint shop where I had it framed.
So it is with us as well. We might have glimpses of wonderful things the Lord gives us in this life, but as the poem states so well, we do not see nor understand why we must go through painful trials and hardships while we are here in our mortality. But some day we will get to see how all of these things were necessary in the work the Lord was doing in us, making us into His beautiful likeness, bearing scars that actually make the finished picture more beautiful.
In the Weaver's skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned.
- Author Unknown
