Monday, October 29, 2007

I'm a barbed, barbed girl!

Lady Luck, please come visit me.  I need you.  You see, Murphy's Law stopped by for an uninvited visit this weekend and I need you to kick him out.  It all started with my children wanting to help by doing the dishes.  They didn't know I was in the middle of cleaning my earrings -- and I didn't know they took the mug I had them resting in until it was too late. 

My earrings went down the drain.  Mr. Dee, my real Prince Charming, came to the rescue and was able to save the pair he gave me upon the birth of our son, but the other two, one being a pair I've treasured for over 20 years, were not so lucky.  Either was Mr. Dee when he attempted to take pipes apart in search for them.  Since this blog is not about what can go wrong with old plumbing, I won't get into it.  Let's just say the earrings are gone.  Forever.

I know I should feel lucky that we have our home, and we have our health, and that we have each other, and that now we have new plumbing.  You see, it's just a phase of mourning the loss of the sentimental value that I am going through.  And your visit would be greatly appreciated.  Come when you can, OK?

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I was quite upset yesterday.  To help eliminate some of those sad & angry emotions, I decided to work some of them out.  I took out the felted bag I started from the workshop with Margaret, some roving from the recent Sheep & Wool Festival in New York, and 2 felting needles.

I looked the bag over see where I could add a touch of color and decided upon needle felting a touch of hot pink along the edges and tips of each rose petal.  Dangerous? Well, yes, because one slight misguided "punch" and I'd feel the pain of a puncture (or more) from a very sharp, and barbed!, needle!  Did I care? No.  Do I care now?  Yes!  Did I learn a lesson about mixing
emotion and fiber arts together?  Yes!

So how do I feel about it today, aside from the Band-Aid on my finger?  Better.  I had a great conversation with my Mother this morning who revealed her own stories about losing items with emotions attached to them.  She was able to put it all into perspective, "Honey, at least you still have the memories attached to the pieces, and that will always be with you."  She's so right!  Thanks Mom! :)

Here's the bag before adding the needle felting; photo was taken before leaving the workshop (on left):

And here's the bag after barbing my finger, er, needle felting on the edge (on right):

Do I like the end results?  Yes, but next time I think I'll wear a thimble when I'm needle felting.  You know, just to be safER.  And, also, the next time I want to clean my jewelry, I won't leave it on the kitchen counter.  Tags: , , ,


Anonymous said...

Dear Dee, My heart is with you.  Those lost sentimental pieces are very important to our heats and emotions.  I believe we all have gone through something like this.  The most important part is that they are material things.  Sometimes things happen to us to show us something we are forgetting that is more important.  At least you know that it wasn't done on purpose and everyone is feeling as bad as you.  Sometimes the greatest intentions are not always the best.  You are blessed with the fact that everyone in your home tried their best to find the pieces.  Some of us are not that lucky.  Your felting is beautiful.  Take care of your finger and remember that thimble next time.  Hugs, Wendy from FL

Anonymous said...

Ditto to everything Wendy says... Sherri

Anonymous said...

See, I don't look at this as a total loss, Dee. I see this in a cosmic sense, as a preparation for you. Perhaps something wonderful is in the works for you for the coming year? Just a thought! Things are things, and sentiments are sentiments, and well, you'll always have the sentiments and memories of that jewelery. Something wonderful is on its way for you... I just know it!

Anonymous said...

Oh, and PS? Same thing happened to my grandmother. Only it was her engagement ring, and her father, my great grandfather (who was a jeweler) made it for her. She was doing housework, and put it on the kitchen counter, on top of a piece of tin foil, and I guess in her haste she cleaned the counter off, balled up the foil and tossed it in the trash, and thought about it after the fact... happens to the best of us!