Sunday, January 4, 2009
Back home from the ancestor cult
In old China, the names of the ancestors were written on wooden panels, decorated in red, and offerings were made, like food, wine, and incense. In this case, we were invited by the ancestors and generously feasted. And the harmony would have been perfect, if this woman me could remain quiet after some of my FIL's sentences and not contradict or debate. Can I remain silent after statements on the lazyness of some races? No. If I was able to nodd silently, there would have been no problems, but my FIL keeps talking until I give up, and peace is here again.
MIL did appreciate the rug and started looking for the best place to use it. We slept in my husband's old kiddie's room. My jaws were the parts of my body which moved most: talking and eating. The weather was dark, cold, and rainy. No walks.
I took refuge in embroidery. The upper picture shows one side which was finished already; now I made the reverse side, bottom picture. The patterns were inspired by Estonian knitting. It will be a biscornu, a pin cushion.
P.S. This pin cushion is for sale in Etsy.