The weariness is beginning to wane, thank goodness. Even my dreams have been wearing me out. Two nights ago I dreamt of crying, of being so-so sad and unable to stop, and waking up with a headache that lasted the day. Last night's nightmares- of murders and a child being stabbed in a fight, picking him up and running for help, he shrank into a baby that was starving, and I had no milk to give him.
There were more dreams along the same lines, but in the last one, I was sadly packing to leave a long ago friend's home, and found a pink silk slip. In real life it was silly, ruffled and over the top, but in the dream I wanted it, thought it was so beautiful and soft . . . After thinking about it all morning, I found some pink silk and started stitching for the first time in days.
Later I read a little of a favorite childhood book, and then went for a walk. Wandering to the library, and then into a funky little gift shop (where the owner loved my handspun/knitted hat and asked if I would make them for her to sell? We both realized quickly that my time and costs were not anywhere near what she could pay me, but it was a nice conversation to have had).
There was a last stop at the wine shop, where I bought a pretty pink bottle of rosé that had a sweet write-up with "rose petals" and "raspberries" in the description. By the time I wandered home, things seemed lighter, and I began filling the little house's "windows" with cheery colors to see the world through.
"They came to the chocolate-colored house . . . It sat like a big plump chocolate drop on the square corner lot . . . The pane of colored glass over the front door shone ruby red in the sunlight." - from Betsy-Tacy, by Maud Hart Lovelace.
(All of these fabrics were dyed by Heike.)
