I was searching through one of the 5 giant bins of photos and mementos that I'm planning to scrapbook "someday"...and I found something wonderful. Actually, all 5 of those giant bins are filled with an assortment of wonderful things, but this is an especially fond memory. This is the first Girl Scout badge I ever earned. My needlework badge.
I still remember sitting in our troop leader's living room and learning how to stitch. Her whole house was decorated in that dark brown 70's decor. She had orange shag carpet. They had a sunken living room and were the envy of all the neighbors because only "rich people" could afford those back then. LOL. I'm smiling just thinking about it.
I remember going to the Girl Scout Crafting Jamboree at Westminster Mall (I grew up in Orange County, California) when it was brand spank'in new. It was a two story mall with super cool orange and brown decor. It was 1973, baby. That was the style. I was 9 years old and it was my job to sit at our troop table with a few other girls and work on my stitching project. I was sort of a "living display". When people would stop to ask questions, we girls had to teach them about needlework. I felt like I was the Miss Smartypants of the stitching world. Nine years old and already giving mini seminars at the new mall. Hubba hubba!
Somewhere in those 5 bins, I also have that very same project that I was working on that day. I had to finish it to earn my badge. It was a needlepoint of a Monarch butterfly. When I find it, I'll post a picture. It's absolutely hideous...LOL. I remember when my Mom gave it to me on my last visit to California. She had it tucked in her dresser all these years (she's an AWESOME Mom). When she handed it to me, I was overjoyed to see it again...and then I couldn't believe how awful it was. Of course, it's not awful at all for a nine year old child...but I remembered it in my head the way I saw it as a child: perfect. I didn't remember all the mistakes and the hideous finishing, etc. But that's ok. That's how it should be. The best part is that I still remember how cool it was to my 9 year old self when I stitched that final stitch and could proudly proclaim...I'm finished!
I still get that same little thrill every time I finish a project. :-)