I was all set to write an upbeat post about these socks, finally finished after years, and I do mean years, on the needles....but I just don't have it in me. You see, today is two years since my mom died, and even though I've never been one to mark these kinds of anniversaries, it's getting to me. So many memories have been swimming around my heart and mind.....it is bittersweet to think of them all.
The four-day weekend has flown by, and I'm looking forward to getting back to work tomorrow (there's a new one). Ask me again on say, Wednesday, how I feel :)
There were a lot of starts and stops this weekend, including Christmas decorating, cleaning, shopping and some house hunting (nothing concrete yet, just starting to look around).
Another pair of socks was started.......pink this time. I also just ordered new yarn to start another sweater for my son. Another sweater because I got all done with the back of the first one and discovered I didn't have enough yarn for the whole sweater. I'm still so perplexed by this......if you knew me, you'd know that I can be counted on to buy enough yarn. Somehow I either goofed up with the total purchased or hid it so well that I can't find it (also unlike me). So, I bucked up and ordered a light gray (the first one was charcoal), and will cast on for it soon. I had hoped to have it done for him this winter, but that seems like a real pipe dream at this point......he's a 42 tall. Yikes.
To end this choppy little post, I will share a short memory of my mom. Mom was an accomplished needlewoman, making beautiful crocheted, knitted, embroidered and sewn items. She always had a project (or two or three) going. One day not long after I was married, Mom was at my house and I was showing her something I was working on. I could see how delighted she was that I, too, loved to stitch. Mom told me, "Amy, as long as you have your needlework, you will never feel alone." I think she was right, except maybe for today.....today I feel terribly alone. I miss you, Mom.
