I never had the privilege of meeting Jean from Attic Needlework, but once upon a time a million years ago, before I was a stitcher, I visited her shop with my sister. I didn't understand it fully at the time, but entering that place felt like walking into a cathedral.
Now that I am a stitcher, I see just how accurate I was in thinking that.
My prayer is for Jean's family and the needlework family. We've lost a giant. May her memory be a blessing.
((( hugs )))
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