It’s a sad fact of
life that things get damaged and broken every day. Only last night a friend of
mine dropped a glass in the sink and it shattered. It was my glass but as she was
washing up in my sink I’m not going to complain. Thankfully she was alright
and just needed a small plaster.
Deliberate vandalism
is another matter entirely.
I found out
yesterday, and there was photographic evidence on facebook to support it, that
the Olympic knitting on Saltburn pier had been carelessly sabotaged. Beautifully crafted figures had been stolen
and knitting left to unravel.
Not only had the
yarnstorming at the pier been touched but a teddy bear’s picnic scene that had
been stitched onto a picnic table near the park last year had also been ravaged.
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| Torn Teddy |
This poor pink teddy
was abandoned losing its stuffing and unravelling.
Unravelling – now there’s
a word I knew well. Unravelling-edges is the title I gave my first blog when
Andrew had just died. I felt like I was coming undone…
In the last
two weeks I've felt like I'm unravelling and everything is falling apart.
Some threads are pulled tighter leaving me physically in pain. Other
threads are so loose I'm in danger of letting them go.
The picture of the
desecrated teddy is an image of how grief feels. You feel broken and pulled
apart.
Fortunately the tale
of the teddies has a happy ending as they have been rescued and are in the
process of being repaired.
The town has taken a
great amount of pride in the knitted artwork and there was an outcry at the
blatant destruction.
The pier knitting
too has been fixed, mended, re-ravelled. Once again secretly and anonymously in
the dead of night. Love, time patience, perseverance are the qualities shown to
make things presentable once more.
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| Triumphant Teddy |
This teddy cheers
and waves his flag triumphantly.
Grief alas cannot be
mended quite so quickly but I’m re-ravelling as best as I can, still bearing
the scars but resilient.
Like the teddies I too am embraced by love and
friendship that puts me back together.
