Sunday, June 28, 2015
Saturday, June 27, 2015
My husband is once again on work assignment in Australia, so this Shabatt was mine alone. It was a hot and humid summer day. I decided to stay home and find something enjoyable to do. For a long time I admire the fiber vessels and bowls many artists and craftists (why is there not a word like craftists???) create and for a while now I had it on my wish list to try it by myself.
So this morning I made two big balls of yarn cord, which is quite laborious and a bit hard on the hands with all the pulling through the machine cording foot. But the ropes turned out beautifully colored and textured, and I continued to the next level of my project.
As with everything done the first time, there is a learning process. I made the base with this one a bit too large. With this size of the bottom the bowl had to be much higher and I did not have enough cord for it. Never mind, I think it is still lovely.
I very much loved the second ball of cording. The yarns were white wool, beige and gray cotton, silver yarn with some texture, and a black knitting acrylic with a silver metal thread running along it. That made for a very pretty light hued and elegant looking rope. Here is the first bowl I made from it, which came out quite good and acceptable.
And this is my third creation, and with it I am very happy. It is as it should be and I just love it.
The scissors are from my mother's sewing case, they must be sixty or seventy years old.
I had a wonderful day, learned something new, was creative, ate watermelon, went twice with Ella for a walk, and did not miss my husband too much.
Now I will take a glass of wine, white wine, I love white wine, to the balcony and sit there talking to the moon till the mosquitoes get to me.
Tuesday, June 23, 2015
Wednesday, June 10, 2015
Friday, June 5, 2015
In the end it had to be done. Twice we made an appointment at the vet and twice I cancelled it.
But then it was not possible any more to go on. We had to let her go. She went softly and calmly. With many last hugs and strokes. The crying and the sadness was hard on us for days and days. But now the wonderful memories surface.
She was our beloved Dafi for more than sixteen years. I remember vividly the day our son and I brought her home. A six week old bundle of joy. So sweet, so trusting, at once loving us all. She instantly became a member of our family.
She grew up to be a marvelous dog lady, very beautiful with silky fur, a pink speckled nose and bright dark eyes. She was a companion to us, and especially to my husband on many hikes all over Israel. She was a play friend to my grandchildren. Everyone was fond of her. She always welcomed our family guests, my nieces and my sister from Germany. She started a friendship with the then boyfriend, now husband of one of my nieces, they created a special bond in minutes of his arrival. She got along with all the cats we have. She was never ever mean. She loved to eat. Oh, how she loved to eat! Her own food and that of everyone else too. At mealtimes or picnics she would sit quietly nearby and wait for a treat. She liked licking ice cream from the stick.
Dafi was always in a good mood. She was never grumpy. Her tail went into action first thing in the morning greeting us, and the wiggling was her constant expression of affection. On our outings she would jump and run, tireless. Walking a trail she would always make the distance twice or even more, by running up to me and then back to my husband, who was stuck behind photographing wildflowers, then again to me checking that all was okay, and whoop back to him. She loved the sea. Her joy de vivre was endless. Her love was greater than heaven.
We miss her - we will think of her often - we will talk about her - we will remember her - we will love her forever.
Thank you Dafi for making our life so much richer, so beautiful, so meaningful, so enjoyable.