In one Korean restaurant they have this big divider, a screen, with embroidered flowers. Because of its sheer size, I was in amazement at how painstakingly each stitch was sewn to create these works. It must have been a veteran hand, trained by many years of sewing, each stroke of the hand dancing gracefully across the spread.
I remember my maternal grandmother, a humble seamstress without much formal education. She was not refined in her ways, yet each stitch she put together resulted in the finest and most excellent of clothes she gave us. She would set herself to mending, stitching and darning --- the life of the family, the fabric of which she held together by much love.
