Woman nearing sixty, and still trying to get it right. Stumbling the path toward the Divine. Discussing things like grandchildren, Waldorf education, dogs, aging parents, empty-nesting, and knitting luscious things once in awhile.
Started with white felt (wet completely with water). The 3 primaries only: red, blue, yellow dye, watered down. Painted ala Waldorf wet on wet watercolor style (Yes! just these three colors make these beautiful rainbows when working wet on wet and they are allowed to blend with one another).
A close up of the blended colors:
Drying in the sun to set the colors:
Handwork: Hand sewing stars and bells, embroidered names, and around points to connect front and back lining:
Sometimes when I sign onto my blog here I click on the post someone else recently looked at from blogging days gone by. I get caught up reading through my old stuff. Tonight I am so grateful for this blog. All the memories it holds. Man-o-man. So much fun reading the comments that came through from wonderful folks that became dear friends. Dear friends mostly without faces, but I grew to know that that didn't matter anyway. Love at first...words! And some are still around and I love you! Maybe others are still nearby, just not commenting, and I love you too! If you're still out there, please say hello and update me about where you are...yes, you!
So with lots of recent hospital hours, there's been a lot on my needles lately. Twin birthday time again in Chicago. Perfect that their birthday is in late October because I can knit with purpose. And the weather is changing here too, changing into something new and wonderful once again. Let Busha keep you cozy during the forthcoming Chicago winter. xoxo
Every season, wherever I call home, feels new and wonderful when it arrives. Saturday morning it was 41 degrees here. And I sat at my kitchen table, quiet, contented with a hot cup of coffee, my new kitty and my knitting. New kitty "Dash" makes himself right at home, that's for sure!
So this year it's jacket cardigans and crowny ear warmers for the twin's fourth birthday! The pattern is "Bulky Neck Down Child's Cardigan" from raverly, and the hat pattern is called "loved" also found on raverly. I modified both patterns to my liking (ribbed collar instead of rounded and buttons instead of a zipper for sweaters and simple points without bobbles for the crowns.) The yarn is Katia Peru, a washable merino/alpaca/acrylic (40/40/20). I chose dark green for Eli and a lime green for Sofia. I'm not certain what the crown points are knitted from, something like: "Stash, by Marianne". It feels like a cotton silk blend. Tweedy.
These crown ear warmers were an afterthought with the leftover yarn. Now to finish the actual birthday crowns!
Boy it's going to be a princess and princely kind of birthday!
It's a rainy Sunday evening. I just got home from lunch and a day of shopping with my Camille. Her birthday eve celebration. And I found myself, so many times today, asking myself what my mom used to do and say in our precious mother daughter times together. I found myself remembering with a heart so profoundly moved. . As "in touch" as I always focused on being, I never really got it back then. I didn 't treasure the moments near enough. But, oh she did! My mama taught me about the importance of taking the time to insure that your child knows he or she is the most important thing in that very moment. That afternoon spent together.
This photo of us was taken in 1978 when she was full of life and I never worried about the day she would no longer be here. She's sayin' something. And I am listening. Amused...
I had just arrived at the hospital to arrange hospice and take her home, thinking at the very least we had days. And then the whirlwind. The palliative nurse calling me from her doorway saying you need to come now. Within 10 minutes, I sat at her bedside holding her hand, and life quietly and peacefully left her body. It was just her and I and a room filled with tenderness. It was by her design.
There was a man playing guitar in an activity room in the distance. I asked the nurse to ask him if he would come and sing for us. He sat behind me and quietly strummed and sang Amazing Grace. When he left I said aloud her Catholic prayers as I knew she would want. The priest came and gave her the Last Rites. My children and grandchildren slowly arrived and said their goodbyes: The five year olds: "Have fun in heaven and help me grow up good." The baby reaching his hand toward her in blessing....it was a full and rich passing. In all its simplicity.
And now planning and tending to the farewell of her body.