Good Day from Hermit Haven!

Not much to report, but I did finish a bunch of things, creatively speaking.

There was a mandala on hold since last fall due to the fact that the brain dead majority has spoken and the lights started being manufactured with reflectors. Awful for my craft since they are absolute HELL to get through the backs of my pieces. Anyhow, so that mandala took most of the winter, laying in the queue, waiting for an actual set of  fairy lights without reflectors. The best I could do, in the whole wide world, was find some with oval reflectors, which are much easier to deal with, but still not really ideal. This friggin' world, hey?  In any case, I finally got it strung, and it was for an aging 80 year old who sounds like she's failing, so good thing I got it done, as her birthday was earlier this month! Man, this friggin' world, huh? 

Well, I digress. What I wanted to talk about was my Grandmother Rose. I spoke with her a week or so ago, whilst drumming, and our lingering relationship was somewhat resolved. Talking with the Ancestors is quite a trip, lawdy. 

In any case, this mandala fought me every step of the way, so it's in time out, for  the moment. I ended up stringing this one like a drum, it was so badly behaved. But, it's done, now, and waiting for lights to lose their memory. I unstring lights when I get them and restring them around trays, to encourage them to be a bit more user friendly. (Second Photo).

I see it through my window and it brings me such comfort and a great deal of nostalgia that I never got to really know my grandmother Rose. I was the youngest of six, but I was also the luckiest because I went home with her for my first six weeks. OOPH! She had to have been in her 50's, and to take that on? That's sort of remarkable, isn't it? I explained to her how much gratitude I had for her in doing that, and we came to some mutual understandings. 

Here's to you, Rose! They got a good one in Heaven!