… my mum would have been 60. That is so unimaginable since she only reached 42. As usual, I honoured this day by having a relaxing time with coffee, cookies and the first lit candle of the cold season. I bought a beeswax candle for the occasion. Don’t you LOVE the smell? We have an open-air museum where I grew up. Whenever I went there with my family or school class (quite often, that was), I spent hours in the little house with the candlemaker. So fascinating the progress, so delicious the smell *sighs dreamily*.
I already talked about how my mum was great with needlework and all kind of crafts. Not too long ago, I found a piece of embroidery she must have finished shortly before she became ill. I believe it was meant to become a wall hanging, because it’s huge (in my view). It shows dog roses. Dog roses are another issue of nostalgia for me. They grow by the beach in the town where my mum grew up and my grandparents still lived wen I was a child. We visited them quite often. Dog roses, white sand, hot air and a family walk belong together in my mind. And a german sailor’s song my dad used to sing for me on those walks. Well, I’m getting sidetracked here. This embroidery that resurfaced has to be saved from decay. All I can see is that it has to be washed and possibly reshaped? There already, I am not sure how to best do it. I don’t do embroidery myself, only crocheting and sewing. And afterwards, to make it into a wall hanging you do what? Help. I have to finish this, it’s one of the last pieces my mum ever made left. AND it is beautiful. Here’s some proof (click all to enlarge):
On a different note, I have to tell you some news about my sweetie-pie Tiva. A few days ago, she detected the existence of shadows. You may ask why she detected them only now and all I can say is, that she generally is a bit slow on the uptake. However, while I had my relaxing coffee hour today, the light of the candle threw shadows of my moving hand onto the sofa cushions. Tiva was mesmerised. So I engaged in some shadow puppetry. Shouldn’t have done that. Took her a while to discover there was a connection between my hands and the shadows. She was overwhelmed by that realisation, it clearly disturbed her. Even now, about 5 hours later, she is a teeny weeny bit unsettled, warily observing all shadows in the flat, especially her own…
I have a lot of things/thoughts to share these days (all, of course, pertaining to the realm of Nostalgia), but wanna leave some for later posts. Hopefully, that decision won’t backfire at me and I’ll really find the time to update. Lately, something goes wrong here when I try to insert captions for my images. Takes me ages to get it all right again. Stay tuned.
