I lost my dad in early June. May had been a nightmare month as his health plummeted, with trips to the ER and tests and more tests. He'd been fighting a long battle against a degenerative muscle disease and it finally won.
I can't say enough good things about hospice - I literally don't know how we could have gotten through it without them. So much help and comfort at a time when we really needed it. Letting go was so hard, and they held our hands through it all.
Getting back into any kind of creative groove took a long time, and it's taken even longer to get to the point where I feel like talking again.
So, here I am, talking again. Hello.
One thing I did do is get the quilting done on my granddaughter's Storm at Sea quilt, which I've been calling Sea of Tranquility.
(She's holding the other end of the quilt, but I cropped her out of the picture since I didn't ask her for permission to show her face.)
As you can see, I went ahead with my crazy plan to quilt it in a big spiral. The beginning was a certified pain in the butt, but it was just the kind of simple mindless process that my frazzled self needed. And I love the effect it gives of ripples moving out from the center, echoing the light to dark transition that I'd worked in the values of the blues and greens.
Big project, big quilt, done. One positive to put up against the negative.
We just keep going.
