I had a wonderful Sunday. Zak and Heather called and asked me to come down to Oakland to see their new house, have brunch and see a movie. I was thrilled to go. In my Irish/Polish way of "never go empty handed", I excitedly began "shopping" though my home wondering what they might like. First I shopped in my knitting stash. I found some light brown ("Nutty")organic cotton yarn and some sweet varigated pink and brown ribbon with which Heather might want to make a baby blanket for the girls? And some books to share. I just finished (Finally) Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert, which I brought to them. Heather reads aloud to Zak. Also a couple of other favorite chick books I had on my shelf, Ahab's Wife and Deseret Sojourn. Three of my faves. I was looking for my #1, Rain of Gold by Victor Villesenor, but must have lent it out without recall. Zak wanted to read it again also, so I stopped at the local bookstore; their computer said they had one copy, but darned if we could find it on the shelf. And then I thought about the shrug that Heather is wearing in this photo I took yesterday:
The story goes, my mom wanted a handknit "shrug" like some old woman wore, whom she used to visit as a child with her mother. It was "elegant" to have such a garment. She explained it as a shawl with sleeves and cuffs. So I set out in search of a pattern. There were so many to choose from. But I knew mom wanted it mainly to wear at night to keep her cold shoulders warm. So I embarked on this pattern, in a beautiful hunter/turquoise green wool with tiniest purple threads in it. This project took me quite a long time and I was so tickled to give it to her when it was done. It was so soft and warm. Long story short, and probably no mystery ending here, she didn't really like it. It was too heavy, and didn't fit right and the one she loved was a soft pink. So she kept it for a couple of years and then a few months ago when Ikey broke the blinds on her front door, she ued it to partially, crookedly cover her window until she got a new blind. It hung there (beautifully, I thought) on the metal braces for a good month or so and then it disappeared. Finally a little while later it reappeared on her table when I arrived to visit and she said I may as well take it because it didn't fit her and was just going to waste. Sorry.
So...rather than letting it haunt me hurtfully from my closet shelf I took it to Heather to see if she might like to have it. If nothing else, I knew Heather would appreciate the work I put into it and admire it as such. I thought if Heather didn't want it, perhaps her little grandma would like it. But Heather seemed to really like it, wore it, and I think it looks beautiful on her. So...all is well. I no longer have a painful memory calling me from my closet shelf and Heather is delighted, cozy and gorgeous in this deep turquoise green shrug that looks as if it was made for her. And just maybe it was.
I arrived too late for brunch, so brunch turned into lunch, which we didn't have time for, so lunch turned into popcorn at the movies, Juno, which was very good, which later turned into dinner at Barney's.
I had a wonderful day. And this morning I sit in my knitting place and look at my favorite spot on the Christmas tree, because it comes down tomorrow. This particular little corner's sparkle really appealed to me.
New Year's Eve morning. I am going into school to do some office work and then I'm going to a potentially great party tonight. Yep. I AM going out to a PARTY this New Year's Eve. When you were married to a cop and then a musician, New Year's Eve was never an available celebration. So I've kind of kept it mostly quiet for many years. Why I want to go out specifically this year, and why the gods are making everything work out in my favor is to be told with time I guess. Let's wait and see. Something is brewing in the universe, I just know it.
Peace and harmony, and boundless love to us all in the coming year.