These past few weeks have been, and will probably continue to be, a struggle. Did you know there is no word for a parent who has lost a child? Losing parents and you become orphaned and a spouse a widow or widower but the thought of your child going before you is so wrong it does not merit a name. The funeral on the Friday went as well as any funeral could, I try not to dwell on it. The Saturday was an amazing gathering for a paddle-out of some of Chris’s friends on the beach in front of the Surf Lifesaving Club we are raising money for. It was very emotional and Chris managed to provide them all with some quite good weather and even a few surfable waves for them to enjoy.
Having all those young men, a lot of whom I have known since nursery and primary school, with their kiddies was wonderful. I used to spend hours with Chris and Elsa waiting for their dad to just have that last good wave, brought back memories! And those little ones you can see bottom left will no doubt become members of the Nippers at the club and learn the respect of the sea and life saving that will, no doubt, take some of them on to RNLI etc, I can but hope. Thank you for the kind donations after the last post.
I went through quite some time of not doing anything creative at all but then I realised my calm place, the place of mind’s retreat, my refuge, is when my hands are busy. First I finished my Hendricks Hare by Lesley Parsons.
Sadly her pattern is being copied and sold elsewhere so if you want to buy one please find the Hendricks group on FB and her links to the pattern. My hare is called Lovage and is all hand sewn using Harris Tweed. He is 26 inches high so if I do another one I may reduce the pattern by 75 or 50% which quite a few have. He and Gwyn have a common look about them.
I had to have a new heating unit fitted into my studio space. We had put it off for some time and it really was starting to get cold in there. This meant dealing with this.
I didn’t want to but I had to. I must admit most of it was just transferred into a downstairs bedroom and then the units were moved out of the way. A little was sorted and thrown but I’m not in a sorting mood really. In the cupboard we’re two boxes of bits pointlessly taking up a whole shelf.
So, with the need of something mindless I have been sifting through the pieces and ironing them and putting aside the larger pieces. I did start trying to colour sort the smaller ones but then I found I was becoming too tight with it and didn’t want that so I just turned on the machine and started sewing. No thought to colours just a little to shapes which were trimmed as I went anyway. The only truly conscious decision I made is to have the blocks finish at 10.5 inches so they grow quite fast.
Adding sashing will make a nice flimsy when I have enough. Having no colour plan makes them more coherent.
I really enjoyed the hand stitching I did on Lovage I want to do some more. Some of the larger pieces of fabric in the scraps boxes worked nicely together so I’ve made myself a totally hand stitched Hussif roll.
I now have a little kit to keep my hand stitching things portable. Very soothing to make. With that in mind I will have to perhaps make some more as gifts. Anything to stop me sliding into a black hole.
I’ve lost the four below all within 3 years. I’d like to think they are now playing together again. xx