Thursday, December 22, 2011

A craft room of my dreams...

...oh yes, it will be mine. 
This will do nicely. LOVE the pink walls...surprised?
Sure! I'll take it!

It's been nearly two weeks since my beloved Pekoe Bean left this life for the next. I've been desperately trying to find pretty things to occupy my mind so we all can get through this holiday season with a semblance of happiness.  Thinking about the (hopefully) good things to come in the future has helped ease the pain, if just a little; thoughts of the lovely little craft room I plan to have someday have taken root in my cerebral cortex as of late. Though, I think as a girl, especially a very girly-girl who calls the color Pink a friend, that that seed was planted long ago.  I have all the usual suspects of the craft world lurking about: sewing machine, assorted colored card stock, ribbons galore, stickers for every occasion, hot glue gun with a side of glue sticks, scraps of fabric, glitter. I just don't have a very neat and tidy space to store all this stuff...which I guess is sort of fitting at the moment, since my heart isn't feeling very neat and tidy either.  But someday...someday.  Until then, Martha Stewart will continue to be mortified by my lack of crafty hygiene and I will try to tidy up both my crafty clutter and my heart; in no particular order.  

"Have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked (craft) rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don't search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer." —  R.M. Rilke


I also wanted to say Thank You to everyone who expressed their condolences after my sweet boy Pekoe passed away, many via Facebook.  I know some of you may think me a bit loony, to have been left so utterly devastated by his passing.  But he was very important to my family and I, and his absence is felt...and it hurts.  Now, how do I word this lightly? I am just of the way that if I see someone, especially someone I consider a friend, suffering, regardless of what the infliction might be, I feel the need to offer my support.  I guess I always seem to expect the same from people, which gets me in trouble more than a little bit of the time.  Not to say that I'm always perfect at it, but I try. I know I should not expect everyone to react the way I do and this shouldn't bother me, but all I can say is this:  if you're my friend and want to share in good times with me, then you should also be willing to share in the bad.  A few words of support go a LONG way when someone is hurting.   

 There, I said it....and I'm glad. 


  1. Those rooms are sure pretty. I think I could even craft in there, and that's saying a lot. :) I have thought of you lots and hope you have a nice holiday, although I know it will be sad without your precious kitty.

  2. You are so lovely and we are lucky to have you in our lives. BTW, when you get your craft room, I may just move in...