Tomorrow is one week since I fled NM and ice, snow, and mud. I have managed to get half of my face sunburned this week (don't ask), visited my kids many times, watched a gazillion movies, and supported my local Starbucks (one of my most guilty pleasures when out in the greater world). I have also patronized my local burrito stand and then walked for several miles in hopes of slowing down its adhering to my posterior.
Today I spent with my friend from high school. Lots of fun, including a visit with her parents, and ending up copping some retail time on the way home. I have, for years, been avoiding mirrors,
and today I finally decided to buy this baby to face the facts. I won't tell you the conversations that surrounded this experience...just let me say it's right in there having to own up to being old enough to have an AARP membership to acknowledge my life has come to this. Dang. And it was never going to happen to me. Youngsters, beware.
Remember I told you about the great shawl I received before I left town? It has now taken the status of a security blanket...I haven't been more than five feet from it for days now. I packed few clothes and instead, brought just about every skein of hand spun yarn I could shove into one big duffel bag to see if I could create my own. Inspired and in a huge creative slump, this gift rattled me back to life and these are the shawls I've made this last few days...with another on the needles as I write. I hope they inspire you as much as I was inspired by the original... ---Martie