Nicole gave me another box of lace last month. I find the handwork breath taking and touching the pieces puts me into a mood. I think about how strong the lace is. It's still here, a record of a hand made life. Time
Solitude It's been such a beautiful summer.
Time is so precious.
It's slipping away. (Van Morrison) We've been living very simply this summer. Ned's family cottage is a dreamworld, an island cut off from TV news, the nine to five, those social expectations. From real life.
I've slowed right down. I'm afraid to go back on track. It's hard to make the decision to stop teaching piano, but I think I'm in the midst of making that. I look at the lace. We make our lives with our own hands.
The lace was washed with ivory soap, then soaked in a 50-50 solution of lemon juice and water. It was put out in the sun for two days, and then I rinsed the lemon juice out and dried the pieces in the sun again. Thanks to my friend, Basje for the recipe.