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September 29, 2019

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Susan D

Oh Jeanne, these cushions are lovely.

I'm deep into reading Tracy Chevalier's A Sing Thread, which is centred around the making of needlework cushions for Winchester Cathedral in the 1930s.

40 point?! That reminds me that I have two unfinished cushion kits that my eyes rebelled at, mere 30 pointers.

Susan D

A SINGLE Thread.

Sharon

In UK English at least, a 'Pillow' is what you have on a bed - to sleep on.
A 'Cushion' you usually have on chairs, sofas etc. Either as part of the upholstery - seats, backs - or as separate individual pieces, as you've embroidered in this entry.

Some people, and many hotels, also put cushions on their beds, as well as pillows. Usually the cushions go on top of any quilt or counterpane and are purely decorative. You have to heave them off when you want to use the bed for sleeping. Perhaps after a pillow or cushion fight!

Your cushions are beautiful, and we had a sky like that here (Portsmouth, UK) the other morning.

brae

Beyond beautiful!!! :D Love the way they are arranged on the bench - would be a shame to move them to sit. hahaha

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