It was good last week. As I said, some shop money came in. November and December worth from two shops, which of course afforded me a trip or two to Linnet.
Today I am feeling so so drained. Today I will curl up on the (linen) sofa, drink chai spice tea and let my pisces fish self soak up the rain and replenish my inner energies.
Out will come the linen yarn and a doily or two shall be made. Perhaps I might make something useful. Jussi mentioned linen washcloths. I think I’ll make a green one to begin with. Or maybe I’ll make a scarf for Astrid instead. No – I’ve looked and decided upon a cushion cover now.
And I won’t even think about our front room full of stuff that needs sorting. Sorting to keep. Sorting to sell. Sorting to send to my aunt for safe keeping.
And I won’t think about the past two weekends spent going through old family things; mum’s things, grandma’s things, my things, family things. Not just a few boxes. Four entire rooms of it.
Treasures that needed rescuing. Precious things buried in forgotten pockets. Memories that had come undone. Things mum told me I must find. And things she thought long gone. All unearthed. All ready to be unpacked and polished and worn and treasured. All ready to become family heirlooms again. All things that came too close to being sent away to be auctioned as a bargain job lot.
Today I’m buying back a treasured family book from the book dealer. Next week I go to the auction house to check over everything – to make sure nothing was accidentally missed. So kind of them. Somewhere in there are two wedding dresses to be handed down from a great grandmother and a grandmother whom Astrid missed by such a short time. These things are for her. Not to be sold off as a job lot thank you.
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