I have been hooking a little bit, in between cleaning and decorating and baking cookies and, like the rest of the world, grieving for those little children and their teachers. I was hoping the warm feel of the wool and the thrumming sound of my hook through the linen would lift me out of the gray fog that has enveloped me for days now. It hasn't.
Last week I hooked another version of a Christmas stocking I designed last year called "Christmas in Connecticut." It features a little red schoolhouse and a child sledding down a rolling hill. I can't look at it now without seeing the spire of the Newtown Meetinghouse on that quintessential New England Main Street, so familiar to me from the years Barb and I vended at the Newtown Hooked Rug Show.
I am struggling with this feeling of helplessness, knowing there is nothing I can do ease the pain for those parents and the families of the teachers. There are groups out there making hooked pieces and hats and afghans to send to Sandy Hook, but that's not, for me, the best idea.
I have found, on the Newtown Patch, two funds that have been set up to help the families: