Ghostly Kisses

The ghost saga continues. This was a weird one. I was talking to Celeste, my daughter, and I felt a moist cold nose on my calf and bent down to pet Lola, our dog, and completely lost it! LOLA WAS NOT EVEN THERE! Celeste watched me spin around a few times looking for the dog that I FELT and KNEW had to be there. She saw nothing. Just another day in our haunted house! haha! 

The kicker was that when Lola heard the commotion she came into the kitchen and started psychotically sniffing my leg in the exact place that it had already been sniffed by the ghost-dog.

Twink with my oldest, Ross

I do believe this visitor was my first dog, Twink.  She was a part of my heart and soul.  I loved this dog more than I ever could have imagined.  She was my best friend, my constant companion and was ALWAYS with me, from her puppy days to the day I had to hold her as we said our goodbyes.  Her passing crushed me as I had never been crushed before, and I  honestly never wanted to go through that trauma again and never planned on getting another dog. 

My son found out our neighbor needed to get rid of this dog, Lola, or she was going to be put to sleep.  He begged and begged me for us to bring Lola home.  The very last thing I wanted was another little white fluffy dog, the pain was too raw, even nine months later.  I was only just beginning to feel like my old self again.  But I allowed Lola to come live with us, and I planned on not letting her all the way into my heart.  Well, that didn't last long.  Lola has taught me a lot about love, that even though we feel like we have a lost a piece of it, those pieces can change shape and grow and multiply.  I think our souls get brighter the more we allow love in, it may feel like we loose a piece of our souls when we have to say goodbye, but I am starting to truly believe we don't lose that soul.  I am desperately hanging on to the thought that we actually are reunited with those pieces in the afterlife. 


Previous Ghostly Encounters here and here

Twink with my youngest, Celeste

Twink with me on her last day on Earth.

The Cursed Ghost Of The Cowichan Sweater

I am jumping for joy because I am finally finished with this sweater! I LOVE it, but I HATED working on it! It was from Vogue Knitting, and I have to say the pattern was not fun to follow. At all. 

I put this project in a time out for about a month or two and it sat in the corner of my living room giving me dirty looks. It could see me as I worked on other, far more exciting, projects. I could feel its sinister glare as I happily knitted and crocheted delightful items in its presence. Now, I've told ya'll before that this room I crochet and knit in is haunted (see my blog if you haven't done so yet) but I think, that I have added one more ghost to the room, "The Cursed Ghost Of The Cowichan Sweater" who shall forever haunt my room in search of hands to finish knitting it. I thought, that by finally finishing it I could lift the curse, but I still feel an ominous presence with me! bahahaha!