Two years ago my grandchildren moved 1200 miles from me, I don’t get to see them. Not seeing them leaves such an empty feeling. When I think of them, I get a lump in my throat and my eyes well up and tear. I see how they have grown through photos.
Yesterday, I took a photo (of my granddaughter) that my daughter posted on Facebook and made a scrap type page with it and then framed it.
For just a little while, the emptiness was put aside as I worked to frame her pretty face.
Last winter, Carrie asked me if I would crochet a name plaque for my granddaughter, Elizabeth. I got busy and charted out a graph-
I have crocheted many filet crochet patterns and names over the years. Reading a graph, while I am crocheting, can become confusing as to where I keep loosing my place. That tends to frustrate me and slow me down. I write down the rows and the steps-
Two nights ago, I finally stiffed it with fabric stiffener-
I made another Elizabeth one previous to this one, but I didn’t like how the “Z” font looked. So, I charted this one and was ok with the outcome. I just wish I had added more of a frilly border.
Now, I just have to put it into a pretty, matted frame.
Picture of Brian and Nicky taken yesterday, Super Bowl Sunday. We had a small family gathering for the Super Bowl Game. I fried hot wings and curly fries and on the side we had celery sticks and blue cheese dressing. For appetizers we-the adults-indulged on 7-layer dip, beer and wine. The temperature was in the middle 50’s and we all spend most of the day outside.
It was a wonderful weekend and for a while I was able to forget all the things that have been weighing heavily on our minds and in our lives.