I am out of words and thoughts.
Just going.
One slow stitch at a time.
Grateful for moments of light.
And for remembering that they are there.
There is a corner downtown, enclosed, when you step inside... waterfalls, trees, flowers, ferns, chairs and small tables to rest among. A lovely world away from everything in the middle of it all. (Here)
A token of love, thoughts and prayers was put into the mail yesterday. I hope it gets there. Because I don't know what else to do.
Chicago seems like a month ago, it was good- a nonstop whirlwind of activities.
This week there has been button sewing with fifth graders.
This guy tried to sew two buttons on at once, the first of many tangles.
I'm grateful for the opportunity to have been with, and learned from, this community over the last six years. I'll be leaving at the end of the school year. It's the right thing to do, and it's not easy. That's all I want to say about that for now. I'll miss the kids.
Last night, after more than a week of not sewing, I pulled out big pieces of cloth to stitch together.
I don't know what's next.
Well, it took a month to knit the sweater, another one to get the button band right (third try was the charm), and then one more to stitch in the yarn ends and put the buttons on.
The sparkly blue ones made me the happiest.
With one lone green, because there weren't enough.
It fits just right and is so cozy, and it also ticks another thing off of the birthday wish list.
All that's left is a new tattoo. Time to get doodling . . .
Continued from yesterday . . .
The original pattern had tassels on the corners. There wasn't enough yarn for that, so the jar of old buttons to the rescue. Better, I think.
There wasn't a model available, but you can get the idea.
I like the weight of them, and they make a clicky-clinky noise now and then.
bob- "a dangling..., as the weight on a pendulum or a plumb line."
