Joining in with Peggy again, sharing some of the {TH}reads of my week.
Amongst other things, I am reading the journal my mother kept for a few months after my father left in 1984. She was 53, just a year younger than I am now. I wish it was longer than a half-filled composition book and a handful of letters…but I don’t think I could ask for it to be more than what it is. It is full of her and is helping to bring back memories of Mom before the Alzheimer’s changed so much-in her and in my memories of her.
And as for the making…I am glad to be able to say that the garland of her old handkerchiefs is finally stitched and hanging over the threshold of the new-to-us bedroom.
It is good.
It feels helpful, to have accomplished it.
Another small layer of healing.
sarah July 23, 2013 at 11:43 pm
Blessings to you dear Lesley, and to the spirit of your mother.
melissa July 24, 2013 at 1:14 am
So sweet and pretty. You have a consistent talent in bringing the beauty of your home alive in photos. I envy that. 🙂
Lesley Austin July 24, 2013 at 7:23 pm
Too sweet and pretty it turns out…those handkerchiefs folded in my mom’s beautiful wrinkled hands were one thing, sewed into a garland…they are so meaningful to me, but too flowery for everyday use I am finding. My husband was relieved, I think, to hear me say it. So we will leave it up a while in her honor, then fold it away for occasional days when we want to celebrate my mom’s life.
Thank you for the generous compliment, Melissa.
the simple woman July 24, 2013 at 10:56 am
What a beautiful post! The garland is so pretty and stands as a reminder for you each time you enter the room.
P.S. We are the same age 🙂 My birthday is in April.
xo
Kathleen July 24, 2013 at 4:19 pm
Beautiful as always. When I was young a close friend’s husband become ill with a disease that eventually caused his death. Death was sad enough but it also took away his ability to think correctly or remember things. This is a story that there was no silver. I remember one day years later she said to me….you know I now remember him how he was before. All the bad memories have drifted away. It seems you’re on the road to recovery. When memories become less painful and become treasured.
Bonnie July 24, 2013 at 4:51 pm
so lovely and also to read her journal.
Layers of healing.
Bonnie July 24, 2013 at 4:51 pm
so lovely and also to read her journal.
Layers of healing.
Jenni July 24, 2013 at 5:30 pm
How wonderful to have a journal of your mothers, and I love seeing the progress of your stitching. I’ve been inspired by you and peggy and I’m slowly adding embroidered flowers to the edge of a pillowcase.
Deb July 25, 2013 at 1:16 pm
a beautiful garland & lovely way to honour your Mum ♥
Storybook Woods July 25, 2013 at 4:15 pm
Beautiful post Lesley, time and love heals. What a blessing to have that diary!! xoxo Clarice
I love your bunting by the way !!!
Cathy July 26, 2013 at 1:37 am
Dear Lesley,
If grieving was an instrument, to me it would be a gong. So resonant and loud at times, but spaced in between continuing chords of harmony. I have been writing a letter to you in my head for some time now, with the primary purpose to thank you for the little comment you sent my way several months ago. It blessed me tremendously. And here it is already late July.
I needed to let you know you are in my thoughts too.
What you have shared about your mother makes me think she would find delight in how you are remembering her.
Marisa July 29, 2013 at 9:55 pm
Very beautiful post… Love the cozy feeling in every image.
Greetings!
Marisa.