Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Spiral Rib Hat and more

I'm pretty true to my word, just ask my friends.  If I say I'll do something I'll do it.  As promised yesterday, here is my progress shot of the Spiral Rib Hat:
'Almost Handspun' 3 ply worsted wool from Stonehedge Fiber Mill
And a close up of the stitch pattern:

It's ready for the decrease rows and then it will be done!  That will make knit hat #50 made so far this year.  Woohoo!

Tomorrow will be a sad day, all day, for me.  I'll be thinking about my last moments with my Dad before he died one year ago at 7:20 AM .  I'll be wearing waterproof mascara for sure.

I'm hoping this will be the last time it's a sad day and can go back to being a happy day next year.  You see, overshadowed by the death of my father, tomorrow is my niece Erica's birthday.  August 11th has always been a fun day and tomorrow Erica turns 29.  I was so glad that I got to see her when I was up in Charlevoix last month. 

Erica has just graduated from nursing school, and while I may never forgive her for switching from being my hairdresser, I'm very proud of her.  She has always been challenged in school by a learning disability so this is such a big achievement for her.

Erica has landed a job at one of the largest hospitals in NYC, Mt. Sinai Hospital, and made the move to the Big Apple this week!  So many changes for her -- send positive thoughts her way please!!

Now I've got to get to my treasurer's duties so I'm ready for the guild board meeting tomorrow.  Hoping for a good night's rest to get through tomorrow.


Lupie said...

You will have moments of tears forever but the heart filling good memories will grow and come more often. My Mom pasted in 1990, my Brother 1992, my Dad 1993. Needless to say the worst 3 years of my life. Now that I'm going to be a grandmom for the first time I miss them more than ever.
When I ran a bereavement group I would start by telling them this
When a loved one passes we receive a vase which we must fill to heal. The more we loved the bigger the vase. The only way to fill this vase is with tears, yours and the tears of those who feel your pain. As I write this I am helping you fill your vase with my tears.
It does get better but never goes away.
Be well.

Suzanne said...

Thank you Lupie -- I will heed your advice.