So many expressions of shocked grief today on so many blogs. So many people who are so sad, so horrified at the loss of someone most of us only knew through her needlework designs. At times like this, I like to think that our lives are woven together in a design like a piece of cross stitch. We see only the back: the knots, the fumpy threads, the vague outlines of what will be the final design. Someone else sees the top of the design, sees the patterns in a clearer view, understands the harmony of the colors, and sees how the little xes all fit together to create beauty. And, while we have to accept that life is not always beautiful, seen from the back, in the end, it is as it was supposed to be, even with the fumps and knots.
I read on another blog that people are having a Spooky SAL in her memory tonight. We were supposed to spread the word, so I'm spreading it. Will you join me tonight in working on a Halloween piece (or a fall piece, if you're not a Halloweeny person)?