It has been a strange week. Only last weekend as I walked the fields I pondered how this year I'd got through this much of it with only one funeral to go to. So unlike last year when it felt like friends and family were dropping like flies. But I must have jinxed things because on Wednesday I was shocked to discover via facebook that one of my closest friends at primary schooled had died from Myeloma. She leaves behind a devastated family and two small children. Even though I had very little contact with her as an adult my heart goes out to them all and I've been struggling to get my head around it all. Reflecting on the fragility of life and remembering those little incidents and details of a childhood friendship together: She was the girl who dramatically had her glasses broken and face smashed in a bat flinging incident during a break time game of rounders, the girl who introduced me to Nancy Drew and Judy Blume books and made me and (a few others) little cards when we left primary school to go to different schools, thanking us for being her best friend at primary school.
The funeral is next week when I had the day off to spend with Chief before he flies off to foreign parts. In the mean time I've been trying to take my mind off things by sewing. I was going to spend the evening making PJ pants from FQR13 class. Until I realised the fabric I want to use I'd not got around to prewashing. So whilst I'm waiting for that to dry I'm going to buy fabric. Yes, I know I'm on a fabric diet and have been really good up to now. But I don't so much as feel as if I'm falling off the waggon as jumping. I have been coveting some fabric for a couple of projects and I don't think this fabric will hang around in the shop when the fabric diet ends and I have been toying with the idea of extending the fabric diet beyond the 6 months anyway. And as my friends untimely death has proven. Sometimes you have to live now and not for the future, because none of us know what that holds.