The Break-Up: Part Two.

It has been a tough weekend for the Invisibility Shawl.  It had to hear some harsh truths.  It had to accept that The Sheep can't be tied down for long and that, eventually, she will run for greener pastures.  It handled the whole thing in much the same way as any of us will deal with the ending of a relationship.  I don't think it saw it coming.  Hence, there were some very tense moments.

There were tears.

Thankfully we had the tissues with the aloe in them.  Otherwise the shawl might have gotten a red nose.

Binging always seems to come next in the mourning process.

I attempted to snag a peanut butter cup, but the shawl tried to bite me.  We were in a pretty bitter phase of the process at that point, I fear...

Things went a little over-the-top after that.  I honestly didn't expect this and I wasn't really prepared to deal with drama at this level.

When enmeshed in a break-up, it is never a good idea to mix medications...

Once I pried the bottles from the shawl's grasp, it took advantage of my needing to go lock up the meds and began drunk-dialing my cell.  This is more along the lines of predictable breakup behavior, but is still not fun.  

I finally just started letting everything go to voice mail.  

Eventually, though, things will always run their course.  No one can maintain that level of angst for long.  Even shawls need to take it down a notch.  And, once they do, they are able to start seeing the new possibilities.  And so it was that the Invisibility Shawl took a deep, cleansing breath, put on a spiffy new outfit and headed out to meet another special someone:

It cleaned up pretty good, I must say.  I actually had a little moment of regret for a second there...

At 11:45 this morning, as we waited for our Mother's Day dinners to arrive, Mommy Sheep said the words, "I see that the divorce is now final."  And it was.  It was a nice moment, really.  I know that the shawl and I had a pretty rocky time of it at the end there.  Words were said.  There were unkind thoughts on both sides.  But now that all is said and done, I am happy for the shawl.  It has met another and one who will treat it the way it should be treated.  Mommy Sheep will give it the love that it deserves.  It's a pretty darned fine shawl after all.  The yarn, dyed at the masterful hands of none other than Susie at Perchance To Knit, is so very lovely.  Soft...drapey...made for a shawl, I do believe.  Or a nice, delicate scarf...

I have a bunch left over since I did the smaller version of the shawl.

Maybe I am ready for a new relationship?

SA