Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Time flies.

Five years ago, in March, I bought the house that is now the studio. It was "meant to be". I am sure of that. The lady that I bought it from was so happy that I was going to 'bring some life back' to the old house, she allowed me to put a loom there even before the closing. So for about two months, all I had there was a loom, a lamp, and a cupboard for fabric and jeans.
This is Ava, and I was trying to imprint weaving on her, so that someday, she will want to weave like her Mimi.
This picture reminds me of what makes me happiest. My family, and my weaving. Simple, really.
So whenever I get a little overwhelmed, or a little crazy (crazier than usual), I need to look at this.
My Dad died five years ago today. I always said I would never miss him.
I lied.
I am sure that somehow he knows
At the end, he told me I was a good daughter. I had waited 50+ years to hear it.
Still, I was grateful to have heard it at all.
He got to see my studio for a few months. He loved it, too.
He approved, after all.


Hilary said...

How could he not? I'm sorry that it took him so long to verbalize that. I hope that message of approval comes to you often from within.

Tiggeriffic said...

Cute picture~! Somedays it's good to look back and remember memories.. Sweet~!

Gail said...

What a wonderful story.

We shall always be children in our hearts, seeking approval from those we love. Glad your Dad was proud...that is the best gift.

Karen said...

Hilary, love this capture of a moment - a sentiment that has so much meaning. My father has yet to acknowledge any sort of pride or ...I search for the words and I fail.

You're giving such a gift to your own family... Amen to things we are able to turn around.

Anonymous said...

When my dad passed 10 years ago, I told him he was a wonderful father, but he didn't return the same comment to me as his daughter. He was weak. He was tired. Ready to go. And I know I could have been a better daughter.

Love the photo!


Jaimieb said...

I know I am a stranger, but I am proud of you and aspire to be like you as a weaver.

Leslie said...

As a daughter who wonders if her father will EVER approve of her, I can totally relate to your story. I don't know if it's a generational thing or just the fact that my dad always has to be right but it's really hard sometimes. I'll be thinking of you today.

As for the weaving part, I am still trying to get up the courage to warm my new harp loom. Hopefully, that'll happen soon or else I'll be in a jam come Christmas Time. Be blessed!

Bimbimbie said...

Hello Hillary, thank you for your recent comment. I think your little Ava will have wonderful memories imprinted in her mind about you and your loom - I imagine the unique sound will be something held dear*!*

Friko said...

Hello Hilary.
What a wonderful thing to be able to say that your life is all round contented with what you have and do.

As for the 'good daughter' and the approval from your Dad, you are very fortunate.
I am still doing cartwheels for Daddy, and he's been dead for 20 twenty years. But I am getting over it.

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