tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27254015.post1502607278358582360..comments2024-03-09T10:15:11.266+13:00Comments on Unravelling: Hi from YokohamaMeghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01350447919000146804noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27254015.post-74502780220039223732013-02-14T23:39:55.830+13:002013-02-14T23:39:55.830+13:00The Hina dolls were all gone today. Doll's Day...The Hina dolls were all gone today. Doll's Day is March 3, but since these all belong to the students who made them, I think they are all safely in the students' homes. Nice thought. <br /><br />Oh, no, nobody is allowed to play with the dolls. Your parents knew what they were talking about! I, too, love the furniture much more than the dolls. And the tiny dishes and table settings. Oh, your desk sounds like a real deluxe version! I sure hope you get the dolls, or at least the furniture! <br /><br />Weaving is the first common thing Mom and I have and she started when she was 60. Until very recently she taught me things, but now I have to remind her the same things over and over. Which is fine for me, but she's slowed down considerably and sometimes feels frustrated. <br /><br />Thank you for your comment, Maureen. Meghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01350447919000146804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27254015.post-7715743201628167712013-02-14T07:57:05.263+13:002013-02-14T07:57:05.263+13:00I love that hanging hina installation, Meg -- yes ...I love that hanging hina installation, Meg -- yes it looks messy, but it has a certain charm because of the crowded messiness of it. I'm all for messy sometimes. I remember Girls' Day from when we lived in Tokoyo (I was little) and I really liked it. My parents purchased a few at a time, a set of dolls for me and my younger sister, that we couldn't play with -- they were just set up on Girls Day and we got to help. It was a royal family and their "court" with some tiny furniture. I wonder if my mom still has it? I will ask her. I would love to have those dolls someday. After we came back from Japan, the dolls were put away carefully, but every once in awhile my mom would let me take them out and set them up and kindof play with them. I loved opening and closing the drawers of the tiny writing desk. There was even a tiny brush, ink bottle and papers inside the desk.<br /><br />I was fascinated to read your account of your dad's life and your honesty about how he is so bored, substituting bullying of your mom (and you) for outside interests. That is sad. So many people when they retire, or get sick and have a much more constricted life, have nothing they are interested in to keep their minds sharp and occupied. I hope my mind is still bright and shiny when I am much older and I can keep myself happy, interested and useful into very old age. Getting healthier, losing weight, staying fit now is one key to that. I have to get there, too. <br /><br />It's wonderful that you and your mom share a love of weaving and textiles. How great to have that in common. You must be a good daughter, taking photos for her, creating a tutorial, keeping her interested. That's so cool. <br /><br />Have a safe trip home if you are not there already. I am putting together that package I told you I would send. Maureenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09967323387645271468noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27254015.post-75849187132656002372013-02-11T02:10:58.172+13:002013-02-11T02:10:58.172+13:00It's actually a very small space, OneSmallStit...It's actually a very small space, OneSmallStitch. It's good for skinny Japanese ladies but not so for me. I would not want to be here when a Big One hits; too much potential danger! Mom's super careful about that quake safety, but it's still not very good here... But it's fun when all four are here. They are all talkative women but during class nobody makes a noise and works busily. <br />Meghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01350447919000146804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27254015.post-26738912866018808872013-02-10T13:43:32.190+13:002013-02-10T13:43:32.190+13:00your Mom's teaching space looks much like my t...your Mom's teaching space looks much like my teaching space in Canada. I started my grandchildren weaving at age 5 years and then the youngest got into the act at 3 years with her brother changing the sheds. Hope you have a lovely time with your Mom, your observation about changes over the years is so true. Hate to admit it but I'm really feeling it this winter.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27254015.post-30949797229729676462013-02-10T00:15:55.798+13:002013-02-10T00:15:55.798+13:00Thank you, Sandra. Yes, it's nice to have some...Thank you, Sandra. Yes, it's nice to have something to share. I never had a common interest with Mom until I started weaving, whereas Mom and sister hung out a lot together. Earlier on I wished my sister would start weaving, too, but now I'm glad she didn't. She's a budding potter. Meghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01350447919000146804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27254015.post-58687127849297475472013-02-08T17:28:52.486+13:002013-02-08T17:28:52.486+13:00Safe travels, and have a good time with your Mom a...Safe travels, and have a good time with your Mom and "weaving talk." Having something in common is a Good Thing, as I discovered with my mother when she was in her 90s.Sandra Rudehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04691078578557110217noreply@blogger.com