A friend

I am not sure if there is anyone out there actually reading this blog - I assume, very few, if any - so I will go ahead and write a non-stitchy, somewhat down-side article for myself.

The past three weeks at work was a nightmare- not because of work or anything that happened to me, but because of a colleague-friend of mine.
She had been under a lot of stress over the last couple of months but I did not realize how much - until a series of things happened that I seriously thought it might be too late to help her.

She is now on sick leave, safe at home with her parents and in stable condition, and I am relieved.

But I miss her so much, and am not sure if things will ever be the same again, even if she did choose to come back.

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I had once mentioned to her that cross-stitch was a hobby of mine, and showed her the "Lady of the Mist" before I took it to my aunt (the recipient).

Although having no knowledge of cross-stitching, she bore with me, smiled, admired the stitching and the sparkling beads - and said it was dreamy and looked like something stitched by an affluent, carefree, happy Madame in the afternoon, not by a stressed working girl.

Now, Mary is seeing me through, instead of the friend I may have lost.