I spray basted on the kitchen counter and I did not die.
It was dark outside and my table was gone.
I love this simple quilt. I love the blending of colors and the whole karate theme.
I am calling it Karate Blossom
Here is a picture in the laundry room with LED lighting
And on the living room carpet.
The absolutely wonderful batik backing from IKEA
Today is week 19 of being a widow..and if you have never been a widow...well,
You may not know why I need to go on and on and on about it.
I am crazy...
Yesterday, I had a very normal energetic wonderful day..only the second since my love died., April 14.
Today, I was nuts again.
Dizzy, panic, heart beating loudly that surely people notice.
Dizzy, panic, heart beating loudly that surely people notice.
I see before me the black abyss.
My widow support group told me that I was too fragile to go to Patsy's funeral(:
My widow support group told me that I was too fragile to go to Patsy's funeral(:
Finally, tonight I decided to free-motion this quilt.
As soon as I got my rhythm on...all the anxiety went away.
I am told all of this is normal grief.
I cannot believe that..clearly I am crazy.
I hate it.
I hate it.
3 comments:
In my book, there is no such thing as "normal" grief. Grief is horrible and unique and lonely. Keep reaching out ~ ~ we hear you and love you. and welcome you.
So sorry I did not get to talk to you at the meeting last night. HUGS to you!!!
I can't give you any widow support. I hoped going to the funeral of your friend would be a help, but perhaps not.
Another good day! That's a good thing.
And the solace of time with fabric & the sewing machine -- as your Finton said, "Go sew."
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