i asked the lady in the natty red vest who works at the thrift store if she had seen my 'little groove' upon her travels.
she smiled a smile that needed no words for it told me what she was thinking
"ah ha, another loopy fruit talking to me"
i came back to the shed, no 'little groove' beside me, and asked the two forsaken little souls upon my studio mantlepiece, if indeed they would care to help me locate my 'little groove'.
they said they couldn't possibly, as they were terribly busy being 'perfectly peachy'.
i said i understood and moved on.
i sat down
i got up
i sat down,
next to my crochet.
my crocheting stared at me and i stared at it...
it taunted me, i told my crochet i wasn't in the mood,
but it wouldn't leave me alone.
so i picked it up and in doing so dearest readers, i found my 'little groove'!
for it all became clear,
how silly of me,
of course, i left my 'little groove' within the folds of a growing blanket.
for this blanket is nearly a third way done,
it may on the outside represent a lustrous threesome between me, Dr Hook and Dorothy but it also represents something far deeper...
yes this little blanket,
in all it's jolly colorfulness represents
a 'change' that is 'a coming',
a change that i'm bracing myself for,
a change that i haven't seen the likes of, since becoming a mother eighteen years ago
a change that signals the beginning of a new chapter in my life
("blimey Tif, this is pretty epic!" i hear you exclaim.
"quite right you are dearest readers, nothing like a bit of drama where a 'lost groove' is concerned")
i know this change is 'a coming' for the letter Our #1 holds in her hands tells me so.
it tells me that her dreams and hopes are just beginning, that she has a place that wishes to share them with her,
a place called 'art and design' college.
at the end of August, the change in my life will begin.
i am so very chuffed for her, my little heart swelling with pride.
but i would be lying if i didn't tell you a little piece inside of me is aching
to bolt the door,
to lock the windows
to never let her go...
there will be no popping home for laundry assistance and a home cooked meal (albeit a rather dubious one).
for Our #1 has chosen to go back to her roots, crossing the pond to study in old blighty.
to move so very far away from my apron strings...
and that right there, i believe is why i lost my 'little groove' amongst the rows of a blanket.
for every stitch i stitch,
i am one stitch closer to finishing a 'blanket of the utmost kind' for Our #1,
so that she may take a 'piece of me' with her upon this journey
and i promise dearest readers.
i shall be good,
i shall hold her tight
i shall let her go,
so she may create her own artistic footprint upon this earth,
with suitcase in one hand and a blanket in the other...
"enough" she says, tomorrow she will get her little groove 'back on' with Miss Ethel ~ Tif