So it’s been a year.
Well a couple of weeks shy, and I’m finally beginning to sort myself out.
Now I know why the Victorians had the whole black thing going on.
It’s like a code for, Back off, I’m not quite right and might explode at any time.
Tell me, would you approach this woman thinking things are all happy and rosy?
Apparently, as you can see by her jewels, she’s only in half mourning.
According to the rules it’s just nothing but black for two and a half years after which then, and only then, you might add a little trinket to lighten things up a bit.
Of course Vicki had the whole thing down pat.
Even the dog was in on the game.
I just happen to be watching Victoria on PBS right now.
It’s always a shock to see the real face of Victoria after seeing her on t.v.
Almost an exact likeness except for the nose I think…
The same thing happened with Henry.
Must have just caught him in bad lighting.
Anyway, suffice to say, I’m feeling a lot better about the whole dad dying thing except for being a bit pissed off.
I find myself happily plodding away in the studio when suddenly I remember that he’s dead and spontaneously snap at him for being so inconsiderate.
Sometimes swear words are involved and I’m not sorry about them either because I’m generally just pretty ticked off by the whole thing.
On the whole I have to say I’m happier with this stage of the grieving however.
It feels more productive.
But I just wanted to share with you some goodies I bought for myself today.
One of these.
By Catie Miller – HERE
I love the happiness of them.
Could these be my little coming out of mourning trinkets I ask myself?
Would they look a little strange hanging round my neck?
Think I’ll just stick with using them for succulents and tea, however, otherwise the people in the grocery store might really think I’ve lost the plot and could explode at any time.
Wouldn’t want any trouble around the egg plants now would we…