|Collect the Entire Set!|
I mulled it all over, and over, and more. I tried to think, if it was time to say the very last thing to him that I would ever say, forever, what would it be. Something funny? Something cruel? What's the phrase one uses to shrug one's shoulders and say nothing because seeing him, not seeing him, it just doesn't register anything at all? I thought for a while about 'Who are you?' but then I realized that I needed to consider the audience. Despite how I may feel or whatever it is I want to say, part of the project is the effect on the person who sees the stitching. They shouldn't have to know anything about you or him to get it and to have it bring out a knowing smile.
Eventually, the idea surfaced that what I needed to say was something about me. Who I am, and how great it is to be me. How great it is to be me, without you, for better or for worse. Not only better off, but still essentially the same I was before. Marrying you didn't change who I am, so leaving you didn't either. Still here, still a bitch. Beautiful.
There's a trick to the french knot that I will probably always have to check on-line - the thread has to be wrapped from the end of the needle to the point, but I was happy that this time it worked. The scroll-like detail is called a "volute" from Ionic Greek architecture.
Now that these projects are done, I can get back to my beaded knitting, and some repairs to an antique Sunbonnet Sue quilt. Not your most exciting Friday night, I know, but completing these always feels like real progress.