Arrival
After a long time of stillness, I finally worked on an embroidery project again.
This little piece took me about a month to finish. During that time, I was quite messed up and confused, with so many thoughts hovering over my head. Surprisingly, all my worries and fears slowly faded away as I started playing with threads. I reached a point where I could finally see everything as it really was, without any exaggeration.
It was just me, sitting in a chair with my canvas, scissors, a needle, and threads beside me. I felt like I had gone to another place that quietly offered me healing. It was like having a therapist without saying a single word—just focusing on my canvas. By the end of the process, I had cleared away most of my negative thoughts.
When I placed the finished embroidery into the frame, I felt a real sense of pride. The result honestly took my breath away. It turned out even better than I had imagined.
What makes it even more special is the frame itself. It is an heirloom from my grandfather's home. After he passed away, my mother inherited it, but it had been empty for years. So I decided to place my handmade embroidery inside it and give it a new life.
Now it takes pride of place in our living room, and I'm so grateful that something so simple could bring me so much joy.
