What do you do when you really need a hug?
Of course, there are always kids here, who are ready and willing…
But I needed to get a “grown-up hug” yesterday.
I had a fight with my Dad. It was, looking back on it, petty, childish and totally unnecessary.
I am really close to my Father and even after making up I still feel horrible about it. I wish I could take it back. He probably wishes the same thing. I truly do not remember the last time we had a fight. Not in the past 10 years at least.
Anyway, I needed a hug.
By accident one of my kids bumped my yarn shelf (OK,OK, one of my many yarn shelves) and the skein of yarn spun by my wonderful friend Maggie of “Maggie’s Farm” fell on me. It is purple alpaca with little flecks of teal and fuchsia.
I pulled it out and started thinking about what I could make with it. A hat? A scarf? It is too thick for mittens and not the right texture for socks. I am still thinking.
Meanwhile I am wearing it as is. Like a necklace. It feels so good! Warm and thick and so pleasantly heavy. And it smells of the wonderful soap Maggie makes.
Truly a hug by proxy.
Life seems a lot better.