Week 7 of: 1 Year of Stitches


Week 5 of 1 Year of Stitches


I’m a horrible daughter

Going through an old box my mother kept labeled “J’s Stuff.” I thought it was just my baby book and letters from camp..shit like that. But apparently she kept everything. Like old birthday cards and report cards, and hate mail.

When my mother and I would argue, like really argue, we’d stop speaking for awhile. Sometimes only a few hours, sometimes days, and since we weren’t speaking, we’d write letters or notes back and forth. Basically how I disappointed her in some kind of way and my smart ass remarks in response back.

I’m only now realizing what a horrible daughter I was. Reading some of those notes and remarks that I made I am mortified that she ever had to read those. I can’t imagine how awful it made her feel, I can’t imagine the heartbreak I induced with my words. I am fully in tears right now and I can’t imagine that I made her cry with the things I said.

And she kept these. Why?

We always had a great relationship. I had…still have… friends who are jealous of how fucking fantastic our relationship was.

I don’t even remember writing these awful hateful things. I obviously would never say them to her face, and she always told me when I was angry to write things down, but I can honestly say that I never thought I was capable of giving anything like that to her. To do something that hurt her on purpose.

I was 16 at the time this letter was written and I remember ages 16-17 1/2 were my worst years. I ran away and came back. I was bitchy all the time. Disrespectful even.

I remember, as an adult, apologizing to her for this timeframe of stupidity and stubbornness. She accepted my apology and we cried and we laughed thinking back at all the bullshit, and I was genuinely happy that we could look back on it. That it was in the past and could stay in the past.

I am disappointed in myself.

And even though I’ve already apologized once for a general time period, I can never apologize for this letter I found, because she’s not around to hear it. 12 years, 10 months and 3 weeks ago was the hardest day of my life.

I know in my heart of hearts that she loved me. All of me. For all time. And that she accepted my apology wholeheartedly as well.

But there is no way I can forgive myself.

I am a horrible daughter.


Week 4 of: 1 Year of Stitches


Untitled: A Haiku

Time slipping away

Final rest after sun sets

Sleeping without grief


Week 3 of: 1 Year of Stitches


Nocturne; A Haiku

Night falls with relief

Wait for me between the stars

Once upon a wish


Week 2 of: 1 Year of Stitches


Work in Progress; Week 1 of 1 Year of Stitches

So beginning Jan 1, I got on a band wagon. I’m not normally the “band-wagon” type of gal, but I really liked this one so I thought what the hell. (Ha, I should’ve said ‘what the hay’.. ya know… ’cause “wagon”…heehee)

Anyhoo… this one is called 1 Year of Stitches. It’s one embroidery stitch a day, on one hoop for 365 days.

I found this genius idea on Instagram on an account aptly named “1yearofstitches” and I thought to myself: self, you should totally do this! And I did. Or rather, I am. Below are my first 7 days, the last pic is what the whole thing looks like after the 7th day. I post them every day on my IG account, but here I think I’ll just do it once a week.

Please enjoy. Feel free to comment…or not. I’m easy.