Mourning a Loss
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 rig...