Today was a day of much activity. First, I finished a basket I’d been working on for several days. It is 6″ diameter by 2.5″ high, embellished with a tumbled amethyst and rimmed with rose quartz chip beads.
I have two species of Saturniidae moth eggs: luna and polyphemus. The lunies were due to hatch, and they did today. I have 8 empty eggs and 8 minute caterpillars finding their way to a birch leaf. Hoping the polys hatch tomorrow.
Thrill! A fine collection of new gemstone inserts for my pine needle baskets! I buy gemstones as I find ones I like; my eventual goal is usually to transform them into pendants or basket inserts. These have become basket inserts as of today, when I had finished the task of creating appropriate settings for them, a hard resin pool with holes drilled through it. They include: two sliced amethyst crystals (gifts from a friend), three tumbled amethysts, one tumbled Lake Superior agate, three Lake Superior agate cabochons, one Labradorite cabochon, one onyx cabochon. Love embellishing baskets with these things. They are so beautiful.
Today was a day for finishing projects. I sewed the pewter clasps on the sweater, then took it inside for a photo shoot. Used the piano bench this time to get up high enough.
This basket was about 3/4 finished. I spent all afternoon on it in an effort to finish, which I did. It’s for a friend who needs a pick-me-up badly. Here’s hoping the basket is a help. He’s dealing with radiation treatments, and his dog died a couple weeks ago.
Yesterday, I set up my tent gazebo — a haven from scorching sun and biting bugs — and proceeded to tuck and trim all the yarn ends hanging from the sweater.
Then I blocked the sweater using water and heavy towels. Blocking presses and shapes the sweater into a smooth, lovely thing.
Have been working on two big projects since my son left. One is this sweater of his; the other is the clearing of his vacated bedroom. I’ll finish this sweater! I’ll convert the bedroom to a guest room.
I completed the second sleeve very early on Monday morning before going to bed. Today I sewed it in.
I’m of the opinion that the wrong side of a Scandinavian sweater looks as cool as the facing side.
Still need to tuck yarn ends, block, and sew on clasps. The worst is over, though.
So sad. The bridal shower is over. My son and his fiancee have left for Georgia. He will move into an apartment down there. She will join him after the wedding.
I’ll see them again, but gone forever is his membership as part of our daily household. He’s messy and a pest, but he’s sunny and fun and affectionate in his own unique way. It’s so hard to forever let go of that beloved, constant presence.
My heart aches.
My son was a slob, and now he’s gone. The house feels so empty. I had longed to get rid of the mess that was a constant with him. Now it’s gone, and the result is that the house doesn’t feel clean — but empty.
There were always many shoes strewn all over the first floor; they are gone now. The kitchen table was piled with stuff; it is gone now. Junk occupied and surrounded the family room sofa; it’s no longer there.
I hadn’t had an empty bedroom in the house for years; now there is one.
I’ve been cleaning away the layers of scummy dirt all over the bathtub, shower surround, and doors. Granted, he was not the only contributor. But now even his dirt is being removed.
And the house feels empty.
Gone is the noise, the laughter, the teasing and pestering. Frankly, I loved that. I loved the sudden physical demonstrations of affection that were unique to him. They weren’t frequent, but they were precious, treasured, cherished.
One does not fully perceive the impact a beloved family member makes on one’s life until that person is gone. No one else can replace what that one brings. Each person is so unique.
I’ll get beyond this. I did with the first one who left. I’ll have to again with two more, probably one very soon. It heals. The new becomes the comfortable. I wish the adjustment would happen more quickly. Hate the pain. Miss the kid so much.
It’s very early morning, and I will soon go to bed. Tonight I learned what we lost with the demise of the incandescent bulb. Try doing intricate detail work on a dark color, like black, under one of those horrid fluorescent things! I fled to a different room, where an incandescent still occupies a rarely used floor lamp. I grafted this sleeve tonight. Could not see the black stitches under the harsh fluorescent bulb. Managed to under the incandescent. As for the sleeve, there’s still much work to be done, as the facing on the wrong side needs to be tacked down and all those yarn ends tucked. But, for now, there’s little mystery left as to how this sweater will look. Just one more sleeve . . .