So it has been a couple of weeks again since my last post, work and life has taken over, stuff and things needed doing or sorting.
I have had some happy mail and gifts arrive over the last week, so I warn you this post while being shorter than normal will have no less pictures ha ha
So celebrating the WOYWW celebrating 12 years of friendship swap we have an awesome card complete with splendid poem inside from Annie (Wipso) and Jo (Twiglet)
Yesterday I had a visit from my younger brothers as we had arranged a bike ride out (I dont have my bike licence so i was pillion on my brothers) , And just as we was ready to leave I had someone trying to post something through the door, Odd I thought, Its bank holiday monday wich means no mail.
So Imagine my surprise when I opened the door to find Debbie's, hubby Phil at the door bearing a package.
As I didn't have time to open it as we was off out, I set it aside for later, later came and went and I had forgotten all about it, I am sat in front of the TV when I glanced up and saw the carefully wrapped parcel on the record player (Yes I am old school and proud).
So carefully I begin to unwrap it, first a bubble wrap pouch, next some buble gift wrapping paper, then many layers of tissue (not going to lie, all I need was music for a game of pass the parcel), I am then left holding a piece of art that has an uncanny resemblance of not only the image I have had in my head since Sharon's passing, but also has the colours that depict how I felt too.
I sat holding it for what seemed like an age before I realised I couldn't see it anymore, my eyes had started leaking again.
I was so overwhelmed by what I was seeing, it was so uplifting and mournful at the same time.
I sat and allowed myself to take in all the details, Deb is meticulous, no single addition is added without reason, I am sat studying it and I remember thinking am I seeing what I want to see?
So I picked up my phone and I start to write a message to Debbie thanking her. I am fully aware that quite often the art is different for each and every one of us.
I give her a breakdown on my take of this piece she had created, explaining my reaction to it and my thoughts as to why there are two wolves in the image
I saw myself as the lower left one, howling in grief, and that Shaz is the one watching over me.
You know what?
That was exactly the why behind it,
It is fair to say that I love it, and that I need to find a special place for it xxx
You know how there is normally a gratuitous picture of Shaz, or us at the end of these post's?
Well opposite we have many..
Here we have a gift from my Niece Karina, she had taken some pictures from our social media and had them printed onto a piece of white crushed velvet.
So I have draped it over the back of the chair, where Shaz would normally sit and work, which incidentally is visible from my office directly opposite.
The thing which crushed velvet is you can't not stroke it x
