She pulled the thread through the eye of the needle and picked up the embroidery hoop. She began stitching a pattern of flowers and butterflies. Her fingers practically flew across the fabric. She had great dexterity for a woman of her age. But as the years were gaining ground, she had more concerns that arthritis would leave her hands unable to create the stitches she knew so well.
At a young age her Mom had taught her two basic stitches and she had picked up all the other stitches through the years with ease. She had so many fond memories of embroidering things with her Mom. Her favorite was a faded blue jean jacket they had nearly covered with designs; her favorite of which was a large owl on the back.
She had been asked many times why she didn’t sell her talents, but she always insisted if it was a job, it would not hold the same joy it did as a hobby. So, she made all her gifts and even donated some pieces to the local shelter. She loved to sit and stitch many hours in a day. It kept her grounded and happy.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – dexterity