Iris + Lily

So here I am, 3 months after the last post. Just 10 days after that post, so full of the joys of no builders, I lost my Dad. We knew he was very ill, but still it was a shock, as these things always are. And now I'm here caught between normality and grief, not really knowing what to write, but not able to stop because that feels worse, like pretending it didn't happen. But it did. And life goes on. Falteringly somedays, but on nonetheless it seems.

And I'm not ready to give up on blogging and stitching, and this is afterall a craft blog, it's just well hidden. Stealth craft. But it's still there, bubbling underneath as always. And sewing is like therapy for the soul, creating something from nothing. Dad would have liked that. Though he would have used a hammer and big nails. And less vintage lace.