Embroidery in childhood was a luxury of idleness. A coil of silken thread giving dreams of a silk and satin life. Now my broidery affords the clue whose meaning we avoid! My hands remembered its old skill ,those stitches tell a curious tale… I remember I was brooding on the fantasies of children, and dreamt that only by wishing I could bring some silk into their lives. Now my broidery affords the clue whose meaning we avoid.