Here's part two of my Brothers Grimm series (this time a shorter tale, but one of my favorites)!
Spindle, Shuttle, and Needle
When he arrived at the poor girl's house she was not standing in the doorway, but instead was sitting in her little kitchen. He stopped his horse and looked into the window, through which the bright sun was shining, and saw the girl, sitting at her spinning wheel and diligently spinning. She looked up, and when she saw the prince looking in she blushed all over, closed her eyes, and continued to spin. I do not know if the thread was entirely even at this time, but she continued to spin until the prince had ridden away.
Then she stepped to the window and opened it, saying, "It is so hot in the kitchen," but she continued to follow him with her eyes as long as she could recognize the white feathers on his hat.
The girl sat back down in the kitchen and continued to work at her spinning. Then a saying came to her that the old woman had sometimes said while she was at work, and she sang it thus:
Spindle, spindle, go on out,
And bring a suitor to my house.
What happened? The spindled immediately jumped out of her hand and out the door. Amazed, she stood up and watched it as it danced merrily across the field, pulling along a glistening golden thread behind it. Before long it had disappeared from her eyes.
Because the girl no longer had a spindle, she picked up her shuttle, seated herself at her loom, and began to weave.
"What do I see?" he cried. "Is this spindle showing me the way?"
He turned his horse around and followed the golden thread back.
The girl was seated at her work singing:
Shuttle, shuttle, weave so fine,
Lead a suitor here to me.
Just then the shuttle jumped from her hand and out the door. However, it began to weave a carpet before the threshold, a more beautiful one than anyone had ever seen before. At its sides blossomed roses and lilies. In its middle, against a golden background, there were rows of green upon which hares and rabbits were jumping about. In between, stags and deer stuck out their heads. Colorful birds sat above in the branches. The only thing missing was their singing. The shuttle jumped back and forth. It was as though everything was growing by itself.
Because her shuttle had run away, the girl now sat down to sew. She held her needle in her hand and sang:
Needle, needle, sharp and fine,
Clean up the house for the suitor of mine.
Then the needle jumped out of her fingers and flew about in the kitchen as quick as lightning. It was as though invisible spirits were at work. The table and benches were soon covered with green cloth, the chairs with velvet; and silk curtains hung at the windows.
The needle had scarcely made its last stitch when the girl looked through the window and saw the white feathers on the prince's hat. The spindle had brought him here with its golden thread. He dismounted and walked across the carpet into the house. When he stepped into the kitchen she was standing there in her simple dress, but she was glowing in it like a rose in a bush.
"You are the poorest, but also the richest," he said to her. "Come with me. You shall be my bride."
She said nothing, but reached out her hand to him. Then he gave her a kiss and led her outside, lifted her onto his horse, and took her to the royal palace where their wedding was celebrated with great joy.
The spindle, shuttle, and needle were secured in the treasure chamber, where they were kept in great honor.
Some of the projects are really lovely, so I'll post pictures of things I'm working on in the future. For now, here's some leaves I've been stitching on scraps of velvet to help me practice the basic stitches:
I need more practice, but I'm going to keep trying on scrap material before I try embroidering something like a cardigan. :3