Loss, Loss, Loss. My Daddy, my fluffy cat. So now, between bouts of tears, my hands create again, the fiber path.
I've crocheted hats for unknown babies in need, squares to join others who create to heal the world. And tschatskas-- not quite amigurumi, but not real either. Birds, pumpkins, gnome/elf/santa, and a mouse.
My leaves have joined quartz crystal on earrings and I have necklaces, fiber garlands. I'm working on a trio to
be the fall garland. I'll amend this with pix.
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