Years ago, my husband and I traveled to France with my dad to follow the Tour de France — one of the years Lance Armstrong won. We cycled legendary mountain passes and traced the route alongside the riders. It was an unforgettable adventure: a whirlwind around the country, full of grit, laughter, and breathtaking views.
While in Paris, we wandered through Montmartre and found a street famous for textiles. That’s where I picked up a piece of french blue fabric — a textile souvenir from a very vivid journey.
For years, the fabric sat untouched. Then one day, I started stitching beads along the pattern. And something shifted. The design came alive — textured, sparkling, almost humming with memory.
Now, every time I see it, I’m taken back to France: the famous climbs, the cobblestones, the time with my dad and Eric.