Yea well turns out I did actually go places and have responsibilities over spring break and this is all that I got finished:
2. Took in Tshirt. (I HATE oversized T's, I prefer fitted.)
3. Made a random headband out of extra material from this skirt. (When I'm bored I always make headbands, and yet I never wear them. Seriously, never.)
4. Had an old Dr. Seuss TShirt I loved but it always fit weird, so now it's a beach tote.
5. Hem came loose from my favorite Marilyn TShirt, fixed it.
6. Took in my Penguin TShirt
7. Took in My Wizard of Oz TShirt
8. Had to fix the sweetheart neckline on this dress
9. Took in this striped blouse
10. Took in this XL Beatles TShirt:
Maybe I'm being hard on myself. I've been really hard on myself all week to be honest with you. I have lots of feelings of guilt lately. At first I was guilty because Buddy had died and I couldn't help him. Then I was miserable, and felt guilty because I wanted the grieving proces to end, I didn't want to feel so awful. Then I felt guilty for being able to go to school and do my finals, basically felt guilty for being able to focus on anything besides him. It's been almost a week now and I feel guilty for those moments where I forget that he's gone. I feel guilty for being able to enjoy things.
I feel guilty that it took his death for me to appreciate what I have, and even more guilty that Penny only has me to sleep next to now.
I know I should stop feeling this way. Feeling guilty won't bring him back, or make missing him any easier.
I should just be happy that I got to be the proud owner of such a wonderful dog for so many years.
I watched "My Dog Skip" last night.
I always loved it as a kid because it's set in the 40's and all the outfits are so cute.
(screencaps by me)
But that's not why I watched it last night.
When Buddy was dying and I was sitting with him, all I could say to him was "Please don't die." In that moment I remembered the movie that I hadn't seen in years. The part where Skip is sick and Willie pleads with him not to die, and he lives. I wanted Buddy to live. I wanted him to pick his head up and keep on going.
When my dad and I were burying him out by the tree in our backyard, a different part of the movie popped in my head. *SPOILER ALERT*
The part that ends the movie, when Willie goes off to college and finds out that Skip died. The quote so beautiful I couldn't help but find comfort in it, astounded that I had remembered it after so many years.
But that's not why I watched it last night.
When Buddy was dying and I was sitting with him, all I could say to him was "Please don't die." In that moment I remembered the movie that I hadn't seen in years. The part where Skip is sick and Willie pleads with him not to die, and he lives. I wanted Buddy to live. I wanted him to pick his head up and keep on going.
When my dad and I were burying him out by the tree in our backyard, a different part of the movie popped in my head. *SPOILER ALERT*
The part that ends the movie, when Willie goes off to college and finds out that Skip died. The quote so beautiful I couldn't help but find comfort in it, astounded that I had remembered it after so many years.
"I recieved a trans-atlantic call one day.
"Skip died", Daddy said.
He and my mama wrapped him in my baseball jacket.
They buried him out under the elm tree, they said.
That wasn't totally true.
For he really lay buried in my heart."
