Extreme Knitting Redhead: The birdy has flown

Thursday, April 17, 2014

The birdy has flown

Having missed Eleanor at the start of the London marathon I had to post the Bluebird of Happiness to her. So yesterday he flew all the way up to Yorkshire to meet Louis.

Eleanor sent me these lovely photos of him opening the package:

What's this then?

Here's some bunny paper for you mummy

Just checking the quality of the crochet!

I love you birdy!

My birdy

Louis's smile just melts your heart doesn't it!

Thank you so much for sharing these lovely photos Eleanor.

4 comments:

Jacquie said...: BIG, HUGE Awwwwwwwww Susie. Your Bird is lovely and these photo's are adorable.
And a belated WELL DONE of your London Marathon/ Guinness world record/ Brilliant charity work....it's such a huge achievement....once again I'm awe struck.
Jacquie x; April 17, 2014 at 5:32:00 AM PDT
Susie Hewer said...: Thanks Jacquie! x; April 17, 2014 at 5:53:00 AM PDT
Dayana Knits said...: That is the best birdie ever and those pictures are precious! I love all these granny square animals. I've been wanting to make one for a long time.... some day! Glad to find your blog.; April 18, 2014 at 12:07:00 PM PDT
Susie Hewer said...: Thanks Dayana! You really must crochet one of Heidi's gorgeous animals. Really well written patterns and just such fun!; April 18, 2014 at 10:05:00 PM PDT

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Mum's Story

In 1997 my mother, then aged 81, had a series of minor strokes. Shortly after that we started to notice behavioural changes notably memory loss and confusion over everyday items. We thought it was just old age finally catching up with her. Then she started wandering and had violent mood swings. Although she already lived with us it became obvious that she couldn't be left alone for long and so I left my job to care for her. The next few years saw a gradual decline into the blackness that is 'vascular dementia'. My normally placid mum became violent and aggressive. She had psychotic incidents where she would see imaginary people (children hiding in her wardrobe, Russians sitting on the stairs, women stealing her clothes) and she would shout at them and sometimes throw things too. She was so convincing that we used to go and check that there wasn't anyone there! When my sister died mum did not know who Judy was or that she was her daughter. There came a point when I suddenly realised she no longer knew that I was her daughter and this was a terrible time for me. In the last 2 years that she lived with us, life for us all became almost unbearable as she needed 24 hour care - she couldn't be left alone at all because she would either wander off or hurt herself, she never slept for more than 30 minutes at a time during the night, she became incontinent and incapable of doing anything for herself. Finally my husband and I realised that we could no longer provide her with the care that she needed and she went to live in a special care home where the team did a splendid job caring for her in the last few months of her life. There she lived a zombified existence unaware of who she was, what she was or where she was. It was heartbreaking. She died in March 2005, the day after her 89th birthday.

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