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My life has been a tapestry of rich and royal hue:

An ever-lasting vision of the ever-changing view.

She sat by the window in the sun. The cloth draped across her knee and the sheen of the thread glimmered in the fading light. She held the linen up once more and examined the stitch she had just worked into the pattern. The thread was running out and she picked up her tiny silver embroidery scissors with the duck- head handles. The creamy rich thread was measured and cut and the scissors slipped back into the embroidered pouch. Safely stored for the next time she would need to snip the cotton. She held the thread up to the light as she carefully pushed it through the tiny hole of the needle. Gently the needle and thread went back into the fine pattern that was beginning to take shape. She pulled off the thimble and placed the square across her lap. Her hand stroked across the pattern as she checked for imperfections.

A smile broke across her face as she held it up towards me.

“What do you think?”

Hand embroidered designs adorned our gifts.

Hand embroidered designs adorned our gifts.

Time seemed to stand still when mom did her handwork. She would sit on the sofa with a cup of tea and her basket at her feet. Usually there would be a dog or cat curled up with her too. When no one was around, her creativity would allow her to go into her own world. It was there that she was able to think about her family near and far. I used to watch her as she lovingly created articles for us all.  Many hours went into the deliberation over the choice of colours and materials. Before too long her experienced hand had produced yet another fine handmade article.

 

Colourful rugs...

Colourful rugs…

It had all started when we were children. I remember my Scottish outfit with the plaid waistcoat. She had stitched a matching one for my older sister. I can so remember my protestations of having to wear the same ‘hand me down’ outfit for a few seasons. I must have been about eight but I was conscious of what I wore even then! The bright yellow sundress with the appliqué tulips around the hem was one of my favourites. But the best of all were the evening dresses mom turned out for her girls. I felt like a princess at my school leaver’s dance. Mom had recreated a fine paisley corduroy Doctor Zhivago cape. She had made the long coordinating dress too, but the cape was what really thrilled me. It brought back scenes from the movie ……the Russian landscape and Lara rushing through the snow. Oh I loved that film! Mom knew how to satisfy my romantic fantasies.

Mom indulged me with my romantic fantasies....

Mom indulged me with my romantic fantasies….

As I walk from room to room around my home I feel my mom’s presence. Mom’s handwork reflects the love she felt for her family. I am surrounded by her quilts, blankets, cushions, scarves and paintings. I selfishly miss her not being here with us but know she is safe and at peace.

 

A wondrous woven magic in bits of blue and gold.

A tapestry to feel and see, impossible to hold…..

The Morkel christening robe.......

The Morkel christening robe…….

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The warmth of summer……

This song had plagued me for days and seemed to turn up on the radio each time I switched it on. I sang out at the top of my voice as I made my way down to the shops. ‘Everything is going to be fine….fine…fine.’ What was the significance of these strange words where some of the opposites were totally unrelated? Is free the opposite of focused?

I have one hand in my pocket and the other one is giving a high five.

I sink my hand deeper into my pocket as I do my morning ritual of walking Josh. He jumps like an antelope through the piles of Fall leaves that have gathered on the sidewalks. I love watching his enthusiasm for his morning exercise. He is undeterred by the fact that it is the same route as yesterday and finds squirrels to chase and dark holes to investigate. The burnished maples are holding onto to their leaves as if to prolong their beauty. Maybe they are just not quite ready for their dormancy or the harshness of the cruel polar winds. I comfort myself that we have a way to go before I don my goose down coat each day.

I am sad but laughing……

How can I forget the pure exhilaration of chasing about on the snow on skiis? I fell and laughed and fell some more ……and screamed! I did more manipulation of my back then my chiropractor had done all year! Then we ventured out on huge tubes and reached hair raising speeds down the smooth slopes. We played like kids…. But when the ‘really bad weather’ sets in, you scurry indoors and lap up the warmth of a crackling fireplace.

The lack of sun in winter can play havoc with the demeanor. Preparation is made for all eventualities and the days that we are housebound. We are like the squirrels and eagerly prepare for our winter confinement. I peruse the book stores for exciting reads and have built up a pile on the coffee table. I have everything from romantic reads about the Russian nobility to a book that dares you to dream. Ha! Ha! There will be a long winter for that! Along with my basket of soft mohair wool that I hope to create into something devastatingly beautiful!

I have not got it all figured out just yet…….

There are days when I still get lost and resort to my GPS to get me home. There are no mountains or mine dumps to guide me! The Canadian monetary system is still a challenge and I have not got all the coinage waxed yet. Thank goodness the usage of a debit or credit card is universal! I still convert into South African rand when I am shopping and almost have a coronary every time! I use words that the locals do not understand and often I get a blank stare in return. But have not resorted to ‘voetsek’ or ‘donder’ as my permanent residence has not come through yet! I have not mastered the politics. I am trying to work from the known to the unknown. So I have got to enjoy the antics of our portly mayor of Toronto but am still vague about the central government. I know that Canada is ‘vrekgroot’ but I have yet to know where to place each town on the map.  And so the learning curve continues…. I drink my gingko biloba each day and hope that my menopausal brain will continue to keep absorbing all these new things……..

 

What it all comes down to my friends…

Is that everything is going to be quite alright…..

Braving the winter chill!

 

PS. Need I say that Alanis Morisette is Canadian. I found out that she has a show in Toronto next week. No wonder she was riding my head side sadle!

 

 

 

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