My mother and father were sometimes going on cruises to award salespeople for meeting and exceeding their quotas. My mother was arm candy, a trophy wife and she wore it well. She never gained a pound, thanks to her cigarettes which never did lead to any lung issues or cancer. My father would be on her like you know what if she gained a pound. I love this jumpsuit she is wearing and her matching clutch and shoes. There are cigarettes in that clutch, I’d be my life on it!
I’m doing well. Occasionally a little crying but over all so peaceful and calm. Perhaps the grief was when she was alive in that bed in the nursing home. I certainly cried enough then.
I cannot say thank you enough for your love and support. Each note, each prayer, each tender word is so kind and helpful.
My mother loved babies. She had 6 kids and fostered 5 newborns through Catholic Charities. I’m thinking of a Harry’s Hundred type of initiative her. If you didn’t know about Harry’s, it was a tribute to encourage charity knitting for 100 items. You could send the items to any charity in Harry’s honor. Let me think on this.
I’m in that weird place where I’m scattered. So I’ve barely knit the last two days. I am glad I have the easy striped scarf to mindlessly move around the needles.
Someone asked me (forgive me who ever) if I liked the carbon circs I’m using. Actually for this project I love them. I think they are my shawl/scarf go to for worsted weight.