Wednesday, May 19, 2010

A Wonderful Uncle

Sorry I haven't been back as soon as I wished. My wonderful Uncle Sammy died. My uncle was the greatest uncle a little girl could have. He was like a pied piper, he did magic tricks, he bought ice cream, he was funny, he sang Dean Martin songs, he made great homemade pizza and he was just a generous wonderful person. Never without a smile and never a dull moment. When I was young I spent a lot of time with my Uncle Sammy and my Aunt Madeline. Those were some of my happiest moments as a child. I came from a rather complicated sad home and whenever my aunt and uncle were around it was a little bit more lively and happy. I've kind of lost touch with everyone in my life when I moved upstate a few years ago but the last couple of days I remember so many special moments shared with him. My only regret is that I didn't realize the end was so near so I could have shared what a wonderful uncle he was to me when I was young. I'm going to have to make more of a point to let the wonderful, kind, influential people in my life know how important they are, before they are a blog post. So in honor of my wonderful uncle, please pick up the phone or make a visit to that wonderful aunt or uncle in your life today. Blessings to all.

The second half of the hand will be here in a couple of days. Keep stitching.

Saturday, May 8, 2010

The Hand



Hi All! Boy it's been a long time. I didn't realize how long until I posted the hand. Sorry for the absence, I'm dealing with my partially empty nest and other various changes for a woman my age. My son turned 19 the other day and the sudden realization that I am no longer a stay at home mother has sent me into a tizzy making my work and somehow making it relevant and income producing has thrown me for a loop. For most of the 19 years I was a stay at home mom, with a couple of forays into part time work and finding myself as an artist. Now I have to figure out how to make my work more relevant and more income producing, which has had me tied in knots much of the last year, there's been a vague feeling of unimportance and irrelevancy and searching, searching, searching to find relevance. The interesting thing about all that is I really thought it was more about being a mother, then being myself. It's been quite an adjustment for my son to leave his high school friends and forge his own life and I've been mostly focusing on his changes and not really aware of the changes it has brought in me. From the painful craft shows to the stops and starts of getting my work out there to the hand. To me, without the hand.

I guess the hand explains it all in a metaphorical sense. It took a really long time, sometimes it was very hard(especially between the fingers) and in the end it was very satisfying. Hopefully now that I am aware of the changes my life is taking I can stop being fearful and just live and perhaps make my life more meaningful and satisfying.

So please accept my apologies for dropping off the face of the earth(I've pretty much done that in real life too)and hopefully now that I'm aware I'll be writing my blog more often and sharing some of the work I've been doing lately(especially the back side of the hand which the pictures I have don't do justice to). See you soon. Keep stitching.