Well it finally happened. As each passing day goes by I see better and better. I know I shouldn't have worked on Mrs. Rabbit until I could see like I can now. I stared at it now for a week. Last night, I threw it on the floor, and as I stood above it, I told Ron, " I just can't stand these colors!" He looked up and then at the rug and said, " Do you want me to help you rip it out?" I had tried to not go there because I had hooked so many hours on it, but I said, " Yep, let's do it!" So we sat and talked and reversed hooked (ripped out) all of the back ground I had done for that last week. I felt like a huge weight was off my chest. So I am back to square one. One of the things that I find remarkable is color. I guess I lived so long with out it I find I just want lots and lots of color.
Watching my chickens on the grass and all of the different colors and the warm sunshine and the diamonds in the grass. Every single thing I do now, I am shocked at what I see. Yesterday, I worked on a counted cross stitch. I had tried so hard to do it before I realized how bad my eyes were, I thought if I willed myself to see I could so I would try and try. You can't believe the mess I have on this design. I kept it though and started working at where I see now. Just as a reminder to me what a gift of sight is and how great to be able to do what I love. So yesterday, watching and seeing the material I was working with was just amazing to me. I can sit in the sun again and sew. I haven't been able to do that for years. The sunshine hurt. With the other eye not done yet, I am aware of the pain I must have lived with daily. No wonder I was a grouch. All of the time. Thank goodness Ron keeps vows. You know that one in sickness and health. I am sure it was like being married to a crazy woman.
" Childhood is like a mirror, which reflects in after life the images first presented to it."