Some of you may have noticed that I didn't post last Thursday. That's my normal "blog-posting" day. I didn't forget, I just didn't feel it. Ever have those days? I'm sure you do, it's pretty universal.
On September the 18th, the last day I posted, I received a phone call telling me that my daddy was gone. So I've been hedging at making a post. I feel as though maybe I should have dived right into my crochet and made something! Made a lot of somethings!! But I didn't. I couldn't. I couldn't stand to have the hook in my hand. I still don't understand that. I could barely motivate myself enough to get out of bed. Sisters and family being here helped a lot with the motivation I needed to get through the last couple of weeks. You see, September 29th was Dad's birthday. He would have been 72.
My two adorable nieces, Gemma who's 3 and Anna who is 4 months, were both here and how can you NOT get motivated when Gemma runs right to you and whispers in your ear about the "elephant man" and darling Anna, who smiles at simply seeing your face. It's funny how children can be a rock in times of grief, but those two were my rock.
I finally picked up my crochet hook again and I've been working on a couple of things; a 3-D blanket and I'm finally making sleeves for Maeghan's tunic. They'll both eventually get done.
Right at this time I'm making a surprise gift for my two angels. Their mother will love it when I'm finished, I just hope my angels wear them long enough for a picture =D
|3-D square for one of my projects. I'm loving how it's looking.|
Peace and blessings,