Dec 24, 2003 19:34
I spent a week making a necklace for a friend, thinking she'd really appreciate something handmade and heartfelt. A silver claddagh on macrame hemp. I even struggled through a double twist, so it'd look better than my usual six-strand braid. It's still sitting under the tree, about as dejected looking as I feel right now.
She came home Wednesday of last week; I only found out because her mom mentioned it at her office. Last time she came home, she made a point to call quite a bit in advance to tell me. I still haven't heard from her, either. I understand the holiday time is busy, but usually we attach a phone to an ear, and chat while we wrap or cook or whatever.
Do I make the first move? Is she pissed at me? I can't think of anything I might have done to make her angry, but she hasn't even given me her new phone number yet. I'm worried she's more interested in her friends from her college, and I'm mad at myself for it. It's stupid! I *should* be happy she's got more friends. But she's been my wingsib since we were both in kindergarden. She's the only good friend I have that I can talk to face to face.
Curling up with a bottle of wine for a while. 'Night.