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Tonight's a night when I miss Aunt Sally so much it hurts. Add to that the EXTREME anxiety of this school year (if you haven't heard the drama, feel relieved- just know that tomorrow is the 6th day of school and I STILL don't know WHAT MY JOB IS.) And all I want is 20 minutes with my aunt. She would tell me what to do. She would remind me that it will all be all right. And then, she'd either roll her eyes at my need to make Nora's bib for her baby gift perfect (I'm on attempt #3, my newest "niece" was born May 10, I've had the pattern and have been working on it since March), or, even better, she'd take 30 seconds and put the damn french knots in, and the gingerbread girls would stop looking so damn freaky! Because seriously, when you start having nightmares about gingerbread girls, it is NOT a good sign. Especially since the last time I was this filled with anxiety I ended up starting to eat gingersnaps (the cookies) by the handful. Here's the thing: I don't like gingersnaps. I'd eat a few, remember that I didn't like them, stop, and then start again. They were Aunt Sally's favorites, and I just wanted her to be near me. And apparently that seemed like the best plan... (did I mention this was when BOTH parents flew out to evaluate the situation and seriously discussed in-patient treatment? Damn that Megan and her need to call and them about the gingersnaps....)
I miss Aunt Sally all the time- but when the things begin to pile up, I miss her all that much more. Especially when some of those things are cross-stitch. Because there is no doubt in my mind that Aunt Sally would be so proud and pleased that I'm still doing it- and that I do it for the people she loved most- her children, her grandchildren, her nieces, nephews, brothers and sisters. (I'd totally do some for Uncle Tom, but they STILL don't make a decent cross-stitch version of the Chicago skyline with the Tribune Tower in it. And, frankly, he does have 2 pieces of cross-stitch all ready up hanging in the guest room- 2 Hummels I made for Aunt Sal years ago...)
I miss Aunt Sally all the time- but when the things begin to pile up, I miss her all that much more. Especially when some of those things are cross-stitch. Because there is no doubt in my mind that Aunt Sally would be so proud and pleased that I'm still doing it- and that I do it for the people she loved most- her children, her grandchildren, her nieces, nephews, brothers and sisters. (I'd totally do some for Uncle Tom, but they STILL don't make a decent cross-stitch version of the Chicago skyline with the Tribune Tower in it. And, frankly, he does have 2 pieces of cross-stitch all ready up hanging in the guest room- 2 Hummels I made for Aunt Sal years ago...)