Remembering those we love.



 I was supposed to be at the Pyrenees Hideout Festival with my partner today, and it was such a beautiful day for it too.  He has been unwell with a cold/flu since Wednesday and shared it with me and I came down with it yesterday.  We were so looking forward to it as well.  The tickets were a gift from his parents as an early birthday present to us both, so they got passed on to his son to take his girlfriend instead and they thoroughly enjoyed it.

I got stuck into sorting out my craft room, which has been out of action now for nearly 12 months I think! I have a bungalow out the back which a friend and I used as a make shift craft shop, but I needed it for my partner's son to live in.  As a result, all the "stuff" that was out there got moved into my craft room in boxes.  Every now and again I go in there and do a little bit of sorting, but mostly I go in, get what I need and shut the door because it's a bit overwhelming.  I'm happy to say that I am almost finished.  I have unpacked everything, all I need to do now is find spots for everything and decide how I want the furniture to go.

I dearly want to get back into a bit of papercraft and so I need a space where I can go and get it done and not have it everywhere in the lounge room. I have lost my passion for crochet and knitting at the moment, but I'm hoping it will come back soon.

A beautiful friend of mine has been doing a journal a day in a scrapbooking style (without the photos) and they are just so beautiful.   I started an art journal about 18 months ago but only did it for a few days, but this really inspired me and so I have been doing some journals too.  


The one I did today was for my beautiful aunty who has been on my mind all day.  She took her own life 12 years ago today when I was pregnant with my son.  I think I got part of my sense of humour from her (the other part is definitely from my Dad), she was so wicked (in a good way) with her jokes.  I think of her every time I see a butterfly and will often say hello to her when I do, which at this time of year is everyday. 

I'm not sure if I've written about this before, but owls are my special thing for her.  I was doing a cross stitch for my oldest brother, after having done a couple for my other brother, and she asked me when she was going to get one.  I said to her, "hypothetically if I was to do you one, what would you like?" She told me an owl.  So I got my latest "Fox Collection" catalogue and asked her to find one she liked, and she found a snowy owl one and I bought it.  She was to turn 60 in the March of 2011 so I was busy trying to get it finished so I could give it to her for her birthday.  I didn't have much left to go when we got the news, but I couldn't pick that cross stitch back up for a few years.  I got it finished 6 years ago and my Mum had it framed for my 40th in memory of her and I see it every time I walk in my front door.

This time of year can be hard.  Her anniversary today, my Nanna's on the 1st March, my Dad's on the 13th March, then my aunty's birthday on the 16th. I think my Pa's and another aunt's birthdays or anniversaries are around this time too, so it can be hard for my Mum. She was the oldest of 5 children and only has a brother left. 

Anyway, my head is pounding and it's way past my bedtime, so I will say Good night.

HUGS xxx










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