small celebrations

I mostly let the small accomplishments pass,
often with a throwaway attitude of "well thats the least you should be doing"
some people think I'm hard on myself, and I am, but its borne out of high expectations
(which is one of those good servant but a bad master things)
but I have to admit life is a bit nicer when I do take the time to appreciate the fun things I do and the small accomplishments
and
I'm making an effort to be a little gentle with myself right now because its been tough to get my head in the game lately
so here are some little bits that have gotten done in the last couple of weeks....
Mom sent me pictures of a chair she re-seated with some fabric I sent her

I love it, it just looks cool, a little funky but not over the top,

thats what I love about hand dyed textiles they have alot of life to them, and they don't have to be bright rainbows...

or they can be

these are a mini production run for next weekends craft fair 

onsies,

                                                    baby socks,

                              big people socks, and a few other things
 As long as I was in the dye studio I tried dyeing some more itajime for a prospective client

                                                          blues

                                                and golds

                and played with an idea of overdyeing some woven silk
I actually have gotten a little wrapping done as well on this new stone that is in progress

Today I ran a 5K (the whole thing) which I wasn't convinced I could do, given the sporadic training I've done over the summer.

(thats me!)
Its been a good week, I'm happy to be home

and I've given myself a couple of treats along the way

beads,

                                          a new project to play with,

and Brownies!

Dillon wants one too

Landing

Home again, rediscovering my routines, all the little comforts of home, reestablishing my familiar surroundings,
Everything as I left it.
Everything different.

Passing Time

My visit with Dad was farewell, as I thought it would be. He fought Parkinson's Disease for 23 years. He was tired and ready to rest. I am grateful he gave me the opportunity to say goodbye in our quiet way. He passed on the 31st of August, 5 days after I last saw him.

I am grieving. It ebbs and flows.

My life goes on, blown around by hurricane winds. The part we shared together is over now.

I cannot begin to sum up a life in a blog post, or a relationship, he was my Dad and I miss him.