Today is a huge challenge for me. I have to behave myself with incredible self control. Today my adorable special pup who is now 16 months old is going to live with her auntie as her new forever home.
I love this pup beyond reason. It is because I love her so much that I am doing the best thing for her. This is a raw post.
My dreams now fix on my new granddaughter and making is such a salve.
My other granddaughters have on going projects with me making stuff together. Here is the quilt of the eldest so far, 9 months in the making together. We have chosen and stitched new (chosen by her fabrics), together with fabrics used in her mum’s quilt, new baby quilt and cousins quilt. Some I have done (sashing) the rest she has done. This is indeed a MEMORY CLOTH.
These small makings give me focus and occupation. The planning and joy of making. It keeps lead weight weariness at the door instead of allowing it to consume me. The biggest battle is in my head. This is more challenging when my physical expectations of myself can not be coerced into cooperating. But just one small project at a time. One or two fat quaters a month, a few rows of a shawl, a couple of pages of reading at one sitting. This and music. I listen to music while I make and it lifts me.
Setting new goals, learning new skills, polishing skills, these things all help to bring focus and a sense of achievement to any week. I simply refuse to open the door to ‘whats the point’ syndrome. If it comes to it, what is the point in anything? Because we care and learn to love and this is what is important.