When I was five, Mom taught me how to cross-stitch. I picked out a pattern and then the colors from her awesome thread portfolio of a million colors. This was to be my first and last cross-stitch.
I remember working so hard getting the x's to line up and remember to pull the thread back up through the back instead of accidentally around the side. It was pretty hard and you can see I lost it a little bit on the blue band. Anyways I was incredibly proud of it.
So I took it in for show and tell at Ganiard Elementary. Kindergarten. I nervously told everyone how you did cross-stitch, and Ryan Piersall and J.C. Goodrich quickly announced that cross-stitching was for girls. I shoved it into my desk and did that hard-blink thing where you try not to cry.
Every now and then I'll think about that little cross-stitched rainbow and that sting. But I am still glad Mom taught me how.
I thought it was lost to the ages but Danielle just found it in a box.
-JN
4 comments:
That makes me want to punch Ryan Piersall and that other boy.....c.
Imagine your embarrassment if they'd known what rainbows represent.
It's ok... I know how to crochet (croh-shay). Ok, so I don't have a fancy french dictionary to know how to spell it. Either way those boys were just jealous.
Cross-stitching is not for girls......just girly men.
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