... the cold grows stronger.
Was one of my Dad's little sayings. And today being Father's Day I particularly missed my own father and the father of my daughter and step children.
It was a cold, wet day today. I didn't even take my dogs out for a walk so I decided to light the first fire of the season in the fireplace Don built, and toast my absent parents and husband.
(And no, I didn't really need to be wearing my scarf and beanie - the fire warmed the lounge/dining room up nicely, but I just thought the warm woolies would better tell the story that it is cold)
that's brilliant - all wrapped up for the cold - and warming yourself from the inside too. Great planning and realisation. Bringing everyone together on this special day.
@anniesue Thank you. I am not very good at doing selfies yet - and also very self conscious, but I guess the more I attempt to do it, the better I will get at it, eventually
@beckyk365 Thanks Becky. Even my mother was remembered as the scarf and beanie I chose were ones she had made for me in that last year before she died, after my Dad died.
@beckyk365 Thanks Becky. My mother was very talented with many crafts from sewing to knitting complex patterns, to crochet, to tatting, and even woodwork and wood carving. In her last year after my Dad died, I knew I had to keep her occupied as best I could. Her eyesight was no longer good enough for tatting or fine crochet or embroidery, so I bought her wool and requested of her one item after another to give her a purpose, so she wasn't just knitting or crocheting aimlessly. I still have to finish sewing together a black cardigan she knitted faultlessly, but couldn't see well enough to stitch it.
