Sadness

A number of years ago, a good friend of mine was outside, stitching somewhere there was sun. She had been using a magnifier. Just a few seconds of sun and she wound up with a hole in the fabric. It took work, careful patching and stitching but she managed to repair and complete the project.

I know understand exactly how fast something can go south, literally. I was comfortably sitting in the living room this afternoon and turned away from IAT for about 2-3 seconds. My magnifying lamp was on, the sun was shining through the window and I wasn’t blocking it.

Suddenly there seemed to be a small curl of grey smoke. I realized fairly quickly what was happening: turned off the lamp, blocked the sun, and squished the area with damp fingers to stop further damage. But this is what I now have…

You can see the hole… more sadness. Now I have to decide on tossing, patching, altering the pattern. I need to think on it for a couple of days and move on to something else while I settle.

About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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