I've just finished a cleaning-up task I've meant to do for a while-- tidying up the croffice (craft room slash office) so that I can begin sewing for my new little business. While going through the piles that were on the table I organized my sewing notions and came across this packet of needles that once belonged to either my grandmother or great grandmother. It's been a rough few weeks, and my heart has been batted around with the chaotic transition, so perhaps that's why I'm so emotional tonight. I've finally gotten a few hours all by myself, with no one in the room, which I've missed terribly and have been pining for. So the dry well is filing up in that regard. And then finding these needles, and working on making hot pads just like my grandmother's... I just miss them, my family. I ache to know my great-grandmother Bertha as an adult, but she passed when I was a freshman in high school. If only she were around, I'd just like to spend some time with her and ask her what she thinks about my craftiness. And I'm miles and miles from my grandparents, and I'd love to just sit with them and hear a story or two about things they've created (they are probably the most creative people I know). And my mom, and my dad, and my sister... I love being near Brad's family, but right now, I'm missing my own and now the tears are rolling a bit. I'll sign off for now, in this much improved craft room just itching to produce. Love the ones you're with, and don't forget to tell the ones far away that you love them, too.
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