I read somewhere recently that someone said they would rather be sorry for a decision they made than look back and realize they should have taken a chance, and therefore missed out. The longer I live (and since I happen to be ancient), I realize that you can't sweat the small stuff. The stuff you have no control of. You just have to make the best of whats thrown at you, and when you think you can't take anymore, when the weight of the world is just too heavy, you have to pick up your sword and your shield, and you have to run screaming through the muck and the junk, headlong into whatever it is holding you back, and you have to fight for every moment that you are given.
Life is not the easiest journey one makes, there are so many rabbit trails, how does one ever find the right path? To be rather honest, I don't know if one ever finds the "perfect" path, as no one is perfect, and simply because we all make mistakes (for clarification see the previous statement).
See I can sit here worrying about money for regular bills and tuition, if I will have a job when I'm done four years of school, my clinical placement, if I will ever see my grandparents again, if I will FINALLY find my knight to sweep me off my feet and take me to my castle, or if I will be able to find a job that I will like AND will pay the bills right now. Or I can say, God, do your thing.
Yes, I am not immune to the warts that spring up spelling worry across my forehead. (For those of you who missed that, I was referring to "worry warts", I'm a riot I know). So I can sit around nitpicking decisions and trivial stuff. or I can drink hot chocolate, run through the leaves, lay on my bed and dream, and do my schoolwork knowing that God wouldn't put me through four years of my head exploding for nothing. See although I can't see all the rabbit holes, and I have no idea what tomorrow will hold, but I know someone who does... And while he doesn't always fill me in, Ive gotten myself into enough trouble to know that even though Ive cried myself to sleep about many a trivial thing, and tried to run away only to run into the same problems there too, he WILL get me where I need to be if I follow the pieces of the map I'm given.
Its not perfect. Don't ever expect anything to be, because I hate to burst your bubble but you will be sorely disappointed. Use what time you are given to laugh, act crazy, and make memories. Because in 90 years or so, when I look back, I would rather be able to say that I enjoyed life, and the plan that was laid out for me instead of worrying about the little things that I will never have control over, and analyzing every mistake I made, because you cant learn if you don't make mistakes.I will dream, I will push, and I will live... Today, tomorrow, and the rest of my life... because to be honest if I should die in battle of life, I would rather die fighting than being swallowed up by everything else around me and being one of many to just fall by the wayside.
Tuesday, October 12
Friday, September 10
Too short...
What can you say to someone you've lost touch with, when what brings you together is death?
How can I express how sorry that I am for your loss, when that doesnt even scratch the surface of how my heart aches for you and your family, for the life that had barely gotten started and had so much potential. For the family they left behind, and for the hole that is now gaping in everyones heart. For the smile that was so big, so adventureous, and so mischevious, but will never smile again.
Why do we feel so immortal when mortality stares back at us in the mirror screaming out how frail we are. Life is too short, no matter how long you live, so make the best of it, keep in touch, cherish every thought and memory made, dont hold grudges, buy lemonade from kids and tip generously, and live, laugh, love and dream like there is no tomorrow; because one day tomorrow will come, and it take you completely by surprise.
How can I express how sorry that I am for your loss, when that doesnt even scratch the surface of how my heart aches for you and your family, for the life that had barely gotten started and had so much potential. For the family they left behind, and for the hole that is now gaping in everyones heart. For the smile that was so big, so adventureous, and so mischevious, but will never smile again.
Why do we feel so immortal when mortality stares back at us in the mirror screaming out how frail we are. Life is too short, no matter how long you live, so make the best of it, keep in touch, cherish every thought and memory made, dont hold grudges, buy lemonade from kids and tip generously, and live, laugh, love and dream like there is no tomorrow; because one day tomorrow will come, and it take you completely by surprise.
Wednesday, August 18
An educational journey...
I had to write how the heart pumps blood through the circulatory system for a discussion post in my Anatomy and Physiology class and this is what I came up with, well roughly anyways... Enjoy!
(sorry that its 90 years long, but I hope you learn something!!)
Throughout time, man has searched the world over for wonderful and exciting places to visit, made lists of those places, and gone to extremes to prove that there is no place that we couldn’t go; when really we haven’t even begun to scratch the surface of “amazing” places. The body is one of the most amazing formations that you can find on the planet; it really is its own planet by its self. Think about it, every system in our body is like a city living on its own, but we need transportation, government, learning centers, grocery stores, factories, places to live, and everything that makes those comes from different places. Let’s have a look at the transportation side of things.
Like in all things there are different forms of transportation. Endocrine and exocrine glands distribute, and nerves carry the 911 calls of the body’s emergencies, but what about the daily “commute” as it were. The heart is the main hub of circulation, essentially it could be considered the central area, like downtown or a densely populated suburb, which is kind of fitting seeing as the heart is nearly center in your chest. The blood cells are like little cars, they begin their journey for the sake of this story in the bone marrow. Like a car factory, the bone marrow produces cells as the body needs them, usually on a regular pace, but with “depression”, rates of production can slow down. Once into the circulatory system the journey starts. Like most cities the heart has four sections, each area with its own label, and some areas never really interact, and when they do, everyone thinks something is wrong (which in the case of the heart would be true). The first place we will go is the right atrium. Directly off the “highways” so to speak, of the superior and inferior vena cavae. Tired, and a little blue from their long journey through the body, the blood cells wouldn’t mind getting changed and showered from their long day.
From the right atrium the blood hits a very quick red light at the tricuspid valve, so that traffic doesn’t get backed up, and into the right ventricle. With the next green light, the cell travels past the pulmonic semilunar valve, and into the main pulmonary artery, a one way street, that splits into two sections, the right and left pulmonary arteries. Although some may have preference, it doesn’t matter which way you go, the scenery doesn’t change too much, and you will find what you’re looking for. The pulmonary arteries lead to the pulmonary capillaries in another city, so to speak. The pulmonary capillaries are in the lungs, and it is here that they offer everything the cells could ever want.
The lungs are like a trading post of sorts, the tired out blood cells want food, and a change of clothes. You could also say that the lungs are like the spa for a blood cell, seeing as they enter tired and worn out, and leave with renewed vigour to take on the world again. They could also be considered a bank, where you exchange your bills (carbon dioxide) for money (oxygen). It is here that the blood trades all of the debris its collected through the day are scrubbed away, and new oxygen is picked up to be distributed to relatives in other cities (systems) along the way. After getting what they need from the lungs the blood cells leave the pulmonary capillaries and head into the four pulmonary veins. Again, the scenery might vary a little bit along the way but all pulmonary veins lead to the left atrium.
The left side of the heart is kind of like the nicer side of town, it only carries red blood cells, not the tired, dirty blue blood cells, while some would call this segregation, there really would be trouble if there was interaction! It can also be mentioned that the left side of the heart has thicker walls. This is because the pressure exerted to move the cells through the entire body, is much greater than that needed to move the blood to the lungs and a thinner muscle wall would wear out. The atrium goes through the green light of the bicuspid (or mitral valve), and into the left ventricle, where there is one last burst of energy as the cells pass the aortic semilunar valve, spin through the aorta, and onto the freeway as it were.
But what causes the green and red lights at the valves? The electrical company of the heart is known as the sinoatrial (SA) node. It has different sub companies known as the atrioventricular node (AV node), and the His-Purkinje system, these are all connected by the atrial conducting fibres, the bundle of his, and the perkinje fibres. The electrical impulse starts in the upper atrium, originating in the SA node, this impulse is called the cardiac impulse, and spreads from here to both atria through the atrial conducting fibres, to its sub company the AV node. The AV node is on the floor of the right atrium near the septum (or dividing wall of the heart). From the AV node, the impulse travels down the bundle of his, a slower conducting fibre, which gives the heart a chance to slow down for just a moment to allow the ventricle time to fill with blood from the atrial contraction. Once the signal has gone from the bundle of His, it separates into the Perkinje fibres where it moves incredibly fast to contract the ventricles.
Now back to our blood cell that’s cruising down the highway of the abdominal aorta. There are many ways the blood can travel, it can go to the brain via the carotid arteries, it can go into the arms through the axillary artery, it can branch off the abdominal aorta and into the renal artery to see the kidneys, the lumbar artery to go the lumbar region of the back, or the gonadal artery to the reproductive organs. These are just a few options but for this, were going to go to the common iliac artery and down into the leg, past the femoral artery, into the posterior tibial artery, and into the dorsalis pedis artery, which would be in the top of the foot. From the main artery would branch arterioles, smaller less elastic arteries, then into even smaller capillaries. Capillaries have many functions, not only are they the connection between arteries and veins, the way to the destination and the way home, they are also where the cells visit distant family and bring them the present of oxygen, and nutrients. Oxygen is kind of like money, you can’t do much without it these days, and if your body’s cells can’t get oxygen then they will die. The tissue our blood cell is visiting in the foot would give the blood carbon dioxide as a gift, since there really isn’t anything the blood can do with it, except give it to the lungs, it could be considered bills. Bills are something no one has a use for, so we carry them around until we get rid of them (or until we have to pay them). With that, the cell says good bye and leaves the foot tissue with its new, load, and just like bills, the cell is looking a little blue; although it’s because of the carbon dioxide and waste product more than anything. Like any good traveler the blood doesn’t take the same rout back to the heart but takes a more scenic route with more stops on the way back. From the capillaries, the blood travels through the venules, and then to the veins, the more main transportation of our return route. The veins are not quite as big as the arteries, and they are a little different, there are more stops in the veins because the blood cell is working its way back. Lining the veins are flaps that when the heart beats the pressure pushes the blood cell through, but when it contracts, the blood stops for just a second to snap a picture as it goes past the sciatic nerve. Without the flaps lining the veins the blood would just kind of slosh around, going forward and then back when we walked around, because gravity would not allow it to move back to the heart, the flaps cause the blood to stop and stay instead. The veins take different paths, but they all lead to the same place, the superior or inferior vena cavae, and into the right atrium. There are other things that travel through the blood, hormones, leukocytes, and platelets do as well, and they all go to different parts of the body, but their stories are for a different day!
(sorry that its 90 years long, but I hope you learn something!!)
Throughout time, man has searched the world over for wonderful and exciting places to visit, made lists of those places, and gone to extremes to prove that there is no place that we couldn’t go; when really we haven’t even begun to scratch the surface of “amazing” places. The body is one of the most amazing formations that you can find on the planet; it really is its own planet by its self. Think about it, every system in our body is like a city living on its own, but we need transportation, government, learning centers, grocery stores, factories, places to live, and everything that makes those comes from different places. Let’s have a look at the transportation side of things.
Like in all things there are different forms of transportation. Endocrine and exocrine glands distribute, and nerves carry the 911 calls of the body’s emergencies, but what about the daily “commute” as it were. The heart is the main hub of circulation, essentially it could be considered the central area, like downtown or a densely populated suburb, which is kind of fitting seeing as the heart is nearly center in your chest. The blood cells are like little cars, they begin their journey for the sake of this story in the bone marrow. Like a car factory, the bone marrow produces cells as the body needs them, usually on a regular pace, but with “depression”, rates of production can slow down. Once into the circulatory system the journey starts. Like most cities the heart has four sections, each area with its own label, and some areas never really interact, and when they do, everyone thinks something is wrong (which in the case of the heart would be true). The first place we will go is the right atrium. Directly off the “highways” so to speak, of the superior and inferior vena cavae. Tired, and a little blue from their long journey through the body, the blood cells wouldn’t mind getting changed and showered from their long day.
From the right atrium the blood hits a very quick red light at the tricuspid valve, so that traffic doesn’t get backed up, and into the right ventricle. With the next green light, the cell travels past the pulmonic semilunar valve, and into the main pulmonary artery, a one way street, that splits into two sections, the right and left pulmonary arteries. Although some may have preference, it doesn’t matter which way you go, the scenery doesn’t change too much, and you will find what you’re looking for. The pulmonary arteries lead to the pulmonary capillaries in another city, so to speak. The pulmonary capillaries are in the lungs, and it is here that they offer everything the cells could ever want.
The lungs are like a trading post of sorts, the tired out blood cells want food, and a change of clothes. You could also say that the lungs are like the spa for a blood cell, seeing as they enter tired and worn out, and leave with renewed vigour to take on the world again. They could also be considered a bank, where you exchange your bills (carbon dioxide) for money (oxygen). It is here that the blood trades all of the debris its collected through the day are scrubbed away, and new oxygen is picked up to be distributed to relatives in other cities (systems) along the way. After getting what they need from the lungs the blood cells leave the pulmonary capillaries and head into the four pulmonary veins. Again, the scenery might vary a little bit along the way but all pulmonary veins lead to the left atrium.
The left side of the heart is kind of like the nicer side of town, it only carries red blood cells, not the tired, dirty blue blood cells, while some would call this segregation, there really would be trouble if there was interaction! It can also be mentioned that the left side of the heart has thicker walls. This is because the pressure exerted to move the cells through the entire body, is much greater than that needed to move the blood to the lungs and a thinner muscle wall would wear out. The atrium goes through the green light of the bicuspid (or mitral valve), and into the left ventricle, where there is one last burst of energy as the cells pass the aortic semilunar valve, spin through the aorta, and onto the freeway as it were.
But what causes the green and red lights at the valves? The electrical company of the heart is known as the sinoatrial (SA) node. It has different sub companies known as the atrioventricular node (AV node), and the His-Purkinje system, these are all connected by the atrial conducting fibres, the bundle of his, and the perkinje fibres. The electrical impulse starts in the upper atrium, originating in the SA node, this impulse is called the cardiac impulse, and spreads from here to both atria through the atrial conducting fibres, to its sub company the AV node. The AV node is on the floor of the right atrium near the septum (or dividing wall of the heart). From the AV node, the impulse travels down the bundle of his, a slower conducting fibre, which gives the heart a chance to slow down for just a moment to allow the ventricle time to fill with blood from the atrial contraction. Once the signal has gone from the bundle of His, it separates into the Perkinje fibres where it moves incredibly fast to contract the ventricles.
Now back to our blood cell that’s cruising down the highway of the abdominal aorta. There are many ways the blood can travel, it can go to the brain via the carotid arteries, it can go into the arms through the axillary artery, it can branch off the abdominal aorta and into the renal artery to see the kidneys, the lumbar artery to go the lumbar region of the back, or the gonadal artery to the reproductive organs. These are just a few options but for this, were going to go to the common iliac artery and down into the leg, past the femoral artery, into the posterior tibial artery, and into the dorsalis pedis artery, which would be in the top of the foot. From the main artery would branch arterioles, smaller less elastic arteries, then into even smaller capillaries. Capillaries have many functions, not only are they the connection between arteries and veins, the way to the destination and the way home, they are also where the cells visit distant family and bring them the present of oxygen, and nutrients. Oxygen is kind of like money, you can’t do much without it these days, and if your body’s cells can’t get oxygen then they will die. The tissue our blood cell is visiting in the foot would give the blood carbon dioxide as a gift, since there really isn’t anything the blood can do with it, except give it to the lungs, it could be considered bills. Bills are something no one has a use for, so we carry them around until we get rid of them (or until we have to pay them). With that, the cell says good bye and leaves the foot tissue with its new, load, and just like bills, the cell is looking a little blue; although it’s because of the carbon dioxide and waste product more than anything. Like any good traveler the blood doesn’t take the same rout back to the heart but takes a more scenic route with more stops on the way back. From the capillaries, the blood travels through the venules, and then to the veins, the more main transportation of our return route. The veins are not quite as big as the arteries, and they are a little different, there are more stops in the veins because the blood cell is working its way back. Lining the veins are flaps that when the heart beats the pressure pushes the blood cell through, but when it contracts, the blood stops for just a second to snap a picture as it goes past the sciatic nerve. Without the flaps lining the veins the blood would just kind of slosh around, going forward and then back when we walked around, because gravity would not allow it to move back to the heart, the flaps cause the blood to stop and stay instead. The veins take different paths, but they all lead to the same place, the superior or inferior vena cavae, and into the right atrium. There are other things that travel through the blood, hormones, leukocytes, and platelets do as well, and they all go to different parts of the body, but their stories are for a different day!
Sunday, August 15
Just a normal night on the job...
I currently work nights at a care home, Me, myself, and 13 residents. You would think that they would sleep through the night, but noooooooooooooooooooooooo, honestly its kind of like babysitting 13 kids, except their all over the age of 70... usually they are ok but tonight was just one of those nights...
When I arrived this evening, the day staff said there was a minor medical emergency, one resident had fallen (totally biffed it, bending her glasses too), and was going to need to go in for stitches... well that started it, because everyone was a little off after that...
Pat wouldnt change into her pj's until later, Margaret was concerned about the red light that kept going by her window (her window faces the back yard, and there was nothing there), and the "animal" that was at my feet (at least I didnt leave my dog behind this time), and didnt want her pills, but was concerned about my guy McMillian, apparently he was sick and she didnt want to catch it (BTW I currently do not know ANYONE named McMillian)... Anne was very upset and concerned for Agatha...
But I finally got everyone to bed, medications given, food prep done, and I was just sitting down to start working on school when Marjorie comes into the kitchen... Doesnt want anything, just wandering around she said.... So I put her back to bed, checked on Kate and Hugh (the one couple living here), and headed back to the kitchen... Not 20 minutes later, Marjorie comes back into the kitchen as happy as can be, just wanting to look around... It took longer to get her back to bed this time...
Then at about 10 Agatha got back, 3 stitches later, we got her pj's on and put her to bed. She is going to have one whopper of a black eye... but they did manage to fix her glasses... put her to bed, but left the light on for her,a nd the door open, she didnt want the dark tonight...
after that it was pretty quiet till about 2, when I did another check on everyone, Vivienne was up and thought she was going to throw up (just what I wanted to hear) so I ran and got her an ice cream pail, and then we got her back to bed... everyone was sleeping soundly, and I did my cleaning for the night.
I had a load of laundry in the washer, one in the dryer and the dishwasher going so I couldnt hear little noises, but I did hear something clang down stairs... so I went to investigate
Pat and May are watching the weather channel (the ONLY channel they ever want to watch down there, they will sit and watch it all day apparently), and chatting, so I went to put them back to bed, and I hear the noise again, and go to find Celina trying to make a U-turn in the bathroom with her wheelchair, and shes just not quite clearing the door, so she's doing the back and forth a little at a time to try and get herself out of there (think a teenager learning to paralell park, or reverse out of a parking space).... of course May has to see that celina gets back to bed, and tells Celina she shouldnt be out so late...
So now everyones back to bed, and I have about another 1/2 hour before I need to start making breakfast and getting everything ready for tomorrow... I cant wait to see what kind of stuff happens at breakfast...
Maybe it just seems funny to me, or maybe its the fact that its 430am, but I sometimes feel like im stuck in a really weird comedy... But its fun, and I have to say, quit any bad habits you have now, because when youre older, they come out with a vengence, but thats a post for another time...
When I arrived this evening, the day staff said there was a minor medical emergency, one resident had fallen (totally biffed it, bending her glasses too), and was going to need to go in for stitches... well that started it, because everyone was a little off after that...
Pat wouldnt change into her pj's until later, Margaret was concerned about the red light that kept going by her window (her window faces the back yard, and there was nothing there), and the "animal" that was at my feet (at least I didnt leave my dog behind this time), and didnt want her pills, but was concerned about my guy McMillian, apparently he was sick and she didnt want to catch it (BTW I currently do not know ANYONE named McMillian)... Anne was very upset and concerned for Agatha...
But I finally got everyone to bed, medications given, food prep done, and I was just sitting down to start working on school when Marjorie comes into the kitchen... Doesnt want anything, just wandering around she said.... So I put her back to bed, checked on Kate and Hugh (the one couple living here), and headed back to the kitchen... Not 20 minutes later, Marjorie comes back into the kitchen as happy as can be, just wanting to look around... It took longer to get her back to bed this time...
Then at about 10 Agatha got back, 3 stitches later, we got her pj's on and put her to bed. She is going to have one whopper of a black eye... but they did manage to fix her glasses... put her to bed, but left the light on for her,a nd the door open, she didnt want the dark tonight...
after that it was pretty quiet till about 2, when I did another check on everyone, Vivienne was up and thought she was going to throw up (just what I wanted to hear) so I ran and got her an ice cream pail, and then we got her back to bed... everyone was sleeping soundly, and I did my cleaning for the night.
I had a load of laundry in the washer, one in the dryer and the dishwasher going so I couldnt hear little noises, but I did hear something clang down stairs... so I went to investigate
Pat and May are watching the weather channel (the ONLY channel they ever want to watch down there, they will sit and watch it all day apparently), and chatting, so I went to put them back to bed, and I hear the noise again, and go to find Celina trying to make a U-turn in the bathroom with her wheelchair, and shes just not quite clearing the door, so she's doing the back and forth a little at a time to try and get herself out of there (think a teenager learning to paralell park, or reverse out of a parking space).... of course May has to see that celina gets back to bed, and tells Celina she shouldnt be out so late...
So now everyones back to bed, and I have about another 1/2 hour before I need to start making breakfast and getting everything ready for tomorrow... I cant wait to see what kind of stuff happens at breakfast...
Maybe it just seems funny to me, or maybe its the fact that its 430am, but I sometimes feel like im stuck in a really weird comedy... But its fun, and I have to say, quit any bad habits you have now, because when youre older, they come out with a vengence, but thats a post for another time...
Friday, August 13
Bubbles...
This always happens, I go for months without posting, then post like mad for a week, and then go away for a few months... Oh well, two posts in about one day here I come...
A couple months ago my younger sister wanted to change rooms, she has never had her room redecorated (as in chosen the theme herself... I have an odd way of redecorating and then some how switching rooms... Its weird, anyways...) so we were kind of hashing out ideas ect on what she would like to do.
SOME HOW, I am still unsure as to how, but somehow we managed to convince my parents to let us ALL switch rooms... it goes soemthing like this... I took EVERYTHING out of my room, including the stuff in my closet, and moved it to the dining room, the downstairs bedroom, the hallway upstairs, and I even have one of my organizer desk things in the upstairs bathroom, getting ready for church is a nightmare as all of my shoes and purses are in large rubbermaid tubs, instead of being organized and accessable in my closet...
With my things out of my room, it was empty to decorate, so we mudded, took down shelves, painted, and put in laminate flooring. Gary moved into there... leaving his room completely empty, and now we are decorating it for Bo... Same idea, mud walls, paint walls (and closet), do flooring, but we are also making additions to Bo's bed, painting it black, and we re did the organizer for her closet, as well as put in more lighting (one day in the next millennium I will post pictures). Anyways, because of these changes, her room is taking FOREVER to do, and I am still unable to find anything..... (and once Bo is finally done moving into what was Gary's room, I will get to redecorate her room and finally have everything in one place!!)
Now to get to the point of my post...
I have wanted a bubble bath for... Well about a month now, ever since we started changing rooms... I dont know why but ever since working at Lush 2 years ago (oh wow, 2 years already...) I have had sudden urges for bubble baths... So tonight at 11:54 I finally decided I wanted a bath, and did so... I have to say it was heavenly to relax with my book, (that had absolutley nothing to do with babies, birth, anatomy, physiology, or anything medicine) and just chill... Sometimes you just have to leave things, like laundry, the dishes, or in my case school, and do something for yourself... and I promise, the dishes, (and everything else) will probably still be there in the morning, I have yet to see mine wash themselves!
A couple months ago my younger sister wanted to change rooms, she has never had her room redecorated (as in chosen the theme herself... I have an odd way of redecorating and then some how switching rooms... Its weird, anyways...) so we were kind of hashing out ideas ect on what she would like to do.
SOME HOW, I am still unsure as to how, but somehow we managed to convince my parents to let us ALL switch rooms... it goes soemthing like this... I took EVERYTHING out of my room, including the stuff in my closet, and moved it to the dining room, the downstairs bedroom, the hallway upstairs, and I even have one of my organizer desk things in the upstairs bathroom, getting ready for church is a nightmare as all of my shoes and purses are in large rubbermaid tubs, instead of being organized and accessable in my closet...
With my things out of my room, it was empty to decorate, so we mudded, took down shelves, painted, and put in laminate flooring. Gary moved into there... leaving his room completely empty, and now we are decorating it for Bo... Same idea, mud walls, paint walls (and closet), do flooring, but we are also making additions to Bo's bed, painting it black, and we re did the organizer for her closet, as well as put in more lighting (one day in the next millennium I will post pictures). Anyways, because of these changes, her room is taking FOREVER to do, and I am still unable to find anything..... (and once Bo is finally done moving into what was Gary's room, I will get to redecorate her room and finally have everything in one place!!)
Now to get to the point of my post...
I have wanted a bubble bath for... Well about a month now, ever since we started changing rooms... I dont know why but ever since working at Lush 2 years ago (oh wow, 2 years already...) I have had sudden urges for bubble baths... So tonight at 11:54 I finally decided I wanted a bath, and did so... I have to say it was heavenly to relax with my book, (that had absolutley nothing to do with babies, birth, anatomy, physiology, or anything medicine) and just chill... Sometimes you just have to leave things, like laundry, the dishes, or in my case school, and do something for yourself... and I promise, the dishes, (and everything else) will probably still be there in the morning, I have yet to see mine wash themselves!
Thursday, August 12
Only parts of the directions...
This summer has been well... pretty insane I think... not in the sense that Ive gone a lot of places, or done anything super special, but stuff is just happening; and while I have thought about it a bajillion times, I've never found the time to write... So where does one begin? I guess the beginning is kind of a good place to start...
Not too long after placing my last post in May, I was doing my younger sisters friends hair for church. We were chatting and Bo (my sister) mentioned something to Kerry (her friend) about working at her mom's care home. Kerry said her mom wasn't really looking for anyone to help out during the day, or come in to play instruments for the residents right now, but she was looking for someone to work nights. I kind of perked up at that, and thought "hey, I could do that". I mentioned my interest, and we headed off to church.
At church through service I noticed my eye was itchy. Like insanely itchy, I don't think its ever been that itchy before. The next morning it was still itchy and when I pulled down my lower eyelid (by the tear duct) where it was bothering me the most, I could see a yellowish spot by the tear duct that was surrounded by red. The other side looked just normal. So I scheduled a doctors appointment.
I have really known my doctor since conception. He was there at my birth, and I can count the times that I have gone to a clinic because he wouldn't squeeze us in, on about 2 fingers, I really love my doctor because he would rather try to let things take their course instead of prescribe prescribe prescribe!!! I went in to see him, told him the problem, he took a look, said it was an irritation of some sort, that we would never know the cause, it would go away in a few days, and if it didn't, then come back and he would check it and get me drops. Then while there are 3 or 4 people in the waiting room, he sits and chats with me about school. "What are you doing?" "What are you planning to take?" etc.
At this point I had no idea... Nada, zip, nothing... I told him that I was interested in sign language, and was considering taking the teachers aid (TA) course this fall at SIAST. He kind of looked at me, told me that was great (in the same voice your Grandmother uses when she is happy that you've finally done something but thinks you could have made a better or wiser decision to better impact your future, but she will never tell you to your face only continually suggest other things you could be doing in addition to what you've already decided).
There was a slightly awkward pause as I added that I was kind of getting TA certificate at SIAST because I wanted to do SOMETHING other than work at Superstore for the rest of my life. Then he looked at me and said, "Carlee, you're smart, why don't you go into medicine".
I kind of wiggled uncomfortably and looked at the magazine rack on the wall... I don't really like medicine, yeah I have had people ask me for as long as I can remember if I am going to be a nurse like my mom when I grow up. But It just didn't appeal to me, neither did being a doctor... I KNOW me... I would spend 11 years getting schooled and specialized in one area, and then decide I didn't like it and try some other area, I would ALWAYS be in school, and I don't want that.
So I said I would think about it, he seemed as happy as a grandmother who hears the same thing, and I left his office the wheels in my head spinning furiously as I thought about other options. The wheels kept spinning furiously for about 2 more days.
Thursday at work, I happened to look at the front page of the newspaper as I was stacking baskets at the door. The front page headline? "Midwifery in Saskatchewan Celebrates its Second Anniversary". Cool, I thought. So I read more, there is no school here but I can do it online? I would be working with moms and babies?! Its a job in demand as more people go 'natural' in their medicine choices?!?!?!
I couldn't wait to get off of work to go home and research, and research I did. I found a school online called Aviva institute that offers a long distance program that was as rigorous as any college course, but available online, I wouldn't have to move, and I could fit school around my schedule, not fit work around school...
The following week I also got in touch with Kerry's mom and scheduled an interview with her. She hired me on the spot, and I began training the following week.
NOW, I have since learned that there are a few hiccups with school. I will have to do some moving, or else get really creative, because technically its illegal for me to do my practicum here (insurance issues because of government policy), but I don't have to worry about that for a whole year. I do like working nights, but its hard to schedule things, I don't have much of a sleep system anymore, and it can be stressful with one of me and 13 residents to care for; but it's truly amazing how quickly life can change from being unsure, to hanging on as things begin to advance at warp speed.
I signed up for my summer pre requisite courses, and sent in my application, had my interview via Skype, and am currently waiting for an acceptance letter.
While I don't know where all this direction with school can take me, or the doors it will open, I know that I am learning patience, albeit at a frustratingly slow pace. See, I'm starting to realize that I need to take a step back, instead of jumping in the middle of the river and trying to do my own thing. There are a lot of things this year that make me realize that I need to be patient. I need to take things as they come instead of trying to make them work. God knows what I need and when, so why do I worry so much about bills, choices, relationships, school, decisions, timings? It probably has a lot to do with being human, but I think it also has a lot to do with trust. I need to realize that I just have to trust in him instead of putting it all together myself. I know God already has everything in my life planned out already, I need him to lead me instead of trying to lead him and tell him what I need.
Its funny but I've come to realize that if I think its right, I'm usually wrong. And, while I have only part of the directions currently, I know that I don't have to worry... The rest are coming, and when they get here I'll totally understand the when, whys, how's, and what in the worlds, but for now I'm going to try and relax and go with the flow of things.
And as a side note, while I didnt get to go to PEAK this year, or my own district camp, because of how difficult and intense my courses have proved to be, (among other things), I also realize that I can't always do what I want, and I figure if I give up one opportunity, there has to be something else down the road that I will get to do instead...
Not too long after placing my last post in May, I was doing my younger sisters friends hair for church. We were chatting and Bo (my sister) mentioned something to Kerry (her friend) about working at her mom's care home. Kerry said her mom wasn't really looking for anyone to help out during the day, or come in to play instruments for the residents right now, but she was looking for someone to work nights. I kind of perked up at that, and thought "hey, I could do that". I mentioned my interest, and we headed off to church.
At church through service I noticed my eye was itchy. Like insanely itchy, I don't think its ever been that itchy before. The next morning it was still itchy and when I pulled down my lower eyelid (by the tear duct) where it was bothering me the most, I could see a yellowish spot by the tear duct that was surrounded by red. The other side looked just normal. So I scheduled a doctors appointment.
I have really known my doctor since conception. He was there at my birth, and I can count the times that I have gone to a clinic because he wouldn't squeeze us in, on about 2 fingers, I really love my doctor because he would rather try to let things take their course instead of prescribe prescribe prescribe!!! I went in to see him, told him the problem, he took a look, said it was an irritation of some sort, that we would never know the cause, it would go away in a few days, and if it didn't, then come back and he would check it and get me drops. Then while there are 3 or 4 people in the waiting room, he sits and chats with me about school. "What are you doing?" "What are you planning to take?" etc.
At this point I had no idea... Nada, zip, nothing... I told him that I was interested in sign language, and was considering taking the teachers aid (TA) course this fall at SIAST. He kind of looked at me, told me that was great (in the same voice your Grandmother uses when she is happy that you've finally done something but thinks you could have made a better or wiser decision to better impact your future, but she will never tell you to your face only continually suggest other things you could be doing in addition to what you've already decided).
There was a slightly awkward pause as I added that I was kind of getting TA certificate at SIAST because I wanted to do SOMETHING other than work at Superstore for the rest of my life. Then he looked at me and said, "Carlee, you're smart, why don't you go into medicine".
I kind of wiggled uncomfortably and looked at the magazine rack on the wall... I don't really like medicine, yeah I have had people ask me for as long as I can remember if I am going to be a nurse like my mom when I grow up. But It just didn't appeal to me, neither did being a doctor... I KNOW me... I would spend 11 years getting schooled and specialized in one area, and then decide I didn't like it and try some other area, I would ALWAYS be in school, and I don't want that.
So I said I would think about it, he seemed as happy as a grandmother who hears the same thing, and I left his office the wheels in my head spinning furiously as I thought about other options. The wheels kept spinning furiously for about 2 more days.
Thursday at work, I happened to look at the front page of the newspaper as I was stacking baskets at the door. The front page headline? "Midwifery in Saskatchewan Celebrates its Second Anniversary". Cool, I thought. So I read more, there is no school here but I can do it online? I would be working with moms and babies?! Its a job in demand as more people go 'natural' in their medicine choices?!?!?!
I couldn't wait to get off of work to go home and research, and research I did. I found a school online called Aviva institute that offers a long distance program that was as rigorous as any college course, but available online, I wouldn't have to move, and I could fit school around my schedule, not fit work around school...
The following week I also got in touch with Kerry's mom and scheduled an interview with her. She hired me on the spot, and I began training the following week.
NOW, I have since learned that there are a few hiccups with school. I will have to do some moving, or else get really creative, because technically its illegal for me to do my practicum here (insurance issues because of government policy), but I don't have to worry about that for a whole year. I do like working nights, but its hard to schedule things, I don't have much of a sleep system anymore, and it can be stressful with one of me and 13 residents to care for; but it's truly amazing how quickly life can change from being unsure, to hanging on as things begin to advance at warp speed.
I signed up for my summer pre requisite courses, and sent in my application, had my interview via Skype, and am currently waiting for an acceptance letter.
While I don't know where all this direction with school can take me, or the doors it will open, I know that I am learning patience, albeit at a frustratingly slow pace. See, I'm starting to realize that I need to take a step back, instead of jumping in the middle of the river and trying to do my own thing. There are a lot of things this year that make me realize that I need to be patient. I need to take things as they come instead of trying to make them work. God knows what I need and when, so why do I worry so much about bills, choices, relationships, school, decisions, timings? It probably has a lot to do with being human, but I think it also has a lot to do with trust. I need to realize that I just have to trust in him instead of putting it all together myself. I know God already has everything in my life planned out already, I need him to lead me instead of trying to lead him and tell him what I need.
Its funny but I've come to realize that if I think its right, I'm usually wrong. And, while I have only part of the directions currently, I know that I don't have to worry... The rest are coming, and when they get here I'll totally understand the when, whys, how's, and what in the worlds, but for now I'm going to try and relax and go with the flow of things.
And as a side note, while I didnt get to go to PEAK this year, or my own district camp, because of how difficult and intense my courses have proved to be, (among other things), I also realize that I can't always do what I want, and I figure if I give up one opportunity, there has to be something else down the road that I will get to do instead...
Saturday, May 1
Sewing
So, since I got such a resounding response on my last post reguarding sewing, I went ahead with it anyways....
Since I had Friday off, I dropped my mom off at work and then went to Value Village, Salvation Army, and Fabricland. In my travels I bought a hoodie, three long sleeved t-shirts, three pairs of pants and a dress, along with various other sewing items (ribbon, trim blablabla)... When I got home I went straight to work ripping things apart. I also had to finish some already started items for Roo, so I also worked on those. Although I wanted to so badly just work on the new stuff....
So for the pants I took apart the inside seams and opened them all the way up to the zipper in the front, and about as high, in some cases higher, in the back.. then I folded the now flappy parts over, sewed, filled in the empty space, and VIOLA! I have a skirt, that in my opinion looks just as good as something I would buy at the store, these ones I left unfinished, but they can be finished as well... The nice thing about the whole pants thing is that I can make the skirt nice and long, and I can really play with how I fill the space... Here are 3 skirts that I did like that:
This one I just folded the flaps and filled the front and back
This one I chopped off the legs to make it shorter, and then made the front straight so I only had to fill the back, this makes the skirt more pencil like instead of A-line. Which I found out later works better for shorter skirts instead of longer skirts! (I also have to say after wearing this one for the past couple of days that it is THE most comfortable jean skirt that I own, and that I will be making more of these for sure!)
And this one is my favorite, Im trying to decide if I want to re do the front so that I can take larger steps, or make the ruffle in the back higher... Of course it took the longest to make, but I now have a better idea of what I'm gettin myself into! This one I took apart, Did the front straight (which I may have to change due to the limited walking space), and then cut the back so that it was in a U shape, and then filled it in with the brown ruffles... The back is actually a peice of rectangle brown fabric, with straight peices of brown tshirt and stretch lace, cut and then um, well made ruffly... lol and then added to the fabric. The ruffle comes down just a little bit longer than the hem of the denim. This one is still a work in progress but I love it none the less!
The tshirts are easier but harder at the same time.... Ive only done one so far because I was so excited about the pants, but they can be a little bit more time consuming, because of the stuff that I'm to sew on. This one is for Roo, its purple and matches some of the decorative stitching on the back pockets of her skirt... The stems are made of an iron on jeweled thing. It comes in a strip like a ribbon, in a line of three, but I cut it so they were in singles, and then made it do what I wanted it to do. Because they are being applied to a stretch material shirt, I also zig zagged with gold embroidery thread (which is not supposed to be used for regular sewing may I add), so that it will have a longer life. Then I free handed the flowers, and sewed with a couple lines so that it has some movement.
Then this hoodie. I can say for a fact that the shirt and hoodie idea came from another website, http://www.etsy.com/shop/evystree, this is where she sells her creations. The hoodie I tried to do the same, or very similar to her, but realized half way through sewing it why my ruffles wern't quite the same, she uses tshirt material, and I was using grosgrain ribbon... Mine still turned out half decent. And the t-shirts I just liked the idea of the whole ruffle add on thing she had going on, so I decided to run with it!
Since I had Friday off, I dropped my mom off at work and then went to Value Village, Salvation Army, and Fabricland. In my travels I bought a hoodie, three long sleeved t-shirts, three pairs of pants and a dress, along with various other sewing items (ribbon, trim blablabla)... When I got home I went straight to work ripping things apart. I also had to finish some already started items for Roo, so I also worked on those. Although I wanted to so badly just work on the new stuff....
So for the pants I took apart the inside seams and opened them all the way up to the zipper in the front, and about as high, in some cases higher, in the back.. then I folded the now flappy parts over, sewed, filled in the empty space, and VIOLA! I have a skirt, that in my opinion looks just as good as something I would buy at the store, these ones I left unfinished, but they can be finished as well... The nice thing about the whole pants thing is that I can make the skirt nice and long, and I can really play with how I fill the space... Here are 3 skirts that I did like that:
This one I just folded the flaps and filled the front and back
This one I chopped off the legs to make it shorter, and then made the front straight so I only had to fill the back, this makes the skirt more pencil like instead of A-line. Which I found out later works better for shorter skirts instead of longer skirts! (I also have to say after wearing this one for the past couple of days that it is THE most comfortable jean skirt that I own, and that I will be making more of these for sure!)
And this one is my favorite, Im trying to decide if I want to re do the front so that I can take larger steps, or make the ruffle in the back higher... Of course it took the longest to make, but I now have a better idea of what I'm gettin myself into! This one I took apart, Did the front straight (which I may have to change due to the limited walking space), and then cut the back so that it was in a U shape, and then filled it in with the brown ruffles... The back is actually a peice of rectangle brown fabric, with straight peices of brown tshirt and stretch lace, cut and then um, well made ruffly... lol and then added to the fabric. The ruffle comes down just a little bit longer than the hem of the denim. This one is still a work in progress but I love it none the less!
The tshirts are easier but harder at the same time.... Ive only done one so far because I was so excited about the pants, but they can be a little bit more time consuming, because of the stuff that I'm to sew on. This one is for Roo, its purple and matches some of the decorative stitching on the back pockets of her skirt... The stems are made of an iron on jeweled thing. It comes in a strip like a ribbon, in a line of three, but I cut it so they were in singles, and then made it do what I wanted it to do. Because they are being applied to a stretch material shirt, I also zig zagged with gold embroidery thread (which is not supposed to be used for regular sewing may I add), so that it will have a longer life. Then I free handed the flowers, and sewed with a couple lines so that it has some movement.
Then this hoodie. I can say for a fact that the shirt and hoodie idea came from another website, http://www.etsy.com/shop/evystree, this is where she sells her creations. The hoodie I tried to do the same, or very similar to her, but realized half way through sewing it why my ruffles wern't quite the same, she uses tshirt material, and I was using grosgrain ribbon... Mine still turned out half decent. And the t-shirts I just liked the idea of the whole ruffle add on thing she had going on, so I decided to run with it!
So this post was supposed to go up on Saturday when I actually had them finished, but blogger was being stupid and really didnt want to upload the pictures, so it took until now. I went out again and bought some more tshirts, as well as pants and I will be posting items for purchase very soon on here. Im also going to see about getting an Etsy site started, but Im not for sure about a name quite yet, so we will have to wait and see. If you have any questions or requests let me know! And hopefully Ill be posting some new creations soon!
Thursday, April 29
So I actually got pictures of my skirt and Thomas' pants... And I'm putting them up today... WOW! They must have gotten something right in my meds this time! :P
So these are Thomas' pants...
And this is the TuTu skirt... Im thinking of trying to make this one from scratch, and hopefully it will turn out... Ill post my other creations as they come along... hopefully... lol
Which brings me to my other thought... Tonight as I was trying to get dressed to go out for supper with a Girlfriend, I looked in my closet and thought with a very large internal, and external sigh: "I have nothing to wear".
Now for anyone who knows me, that is a lie... I may not have a room full of clothes, but I do have a closet full, a dresser full, and there are a LOT of shoes in the bottom of my closet... at least 50 pairs...
Whenever I get ready to go somewhere, or even just to get dressed for the day, I always wish I had more clothes. When in reality, I have tons of clothes! And they're all pretty decent! I have never had to resort to wearing a paper bag. I have enough different clothes that the first year of Highschool, I wore a different outfit every day of school for nearly two months. For those of you who need a calculater like I did, (lol) thats 40 different outfits... and those are just casual outfits! thats not even stuff that I would wear to church!
I think what I am trying to say is that when I look in my closet, I should think, "Thank God, that I am so blessed to have such an assortment of clothes. To not have to wear the same thing day after day, knowing that if I wreck it, Ill still have to wear it."
A lot of times I know that I take for granted what I have, and dont always realize just how blessed I am. How even though I dont have the coolest job, or the fastest car, or even the best of everything/anything, I have Jesus, and in reality, thats all I need. He makes me who I am. It wouldnt matter what I wore. I could even wear that paper bag and I would still be me. So although my flesh wants more, I think Ill try to be content and thankful with what I have. Although I'm not opposed to any blessings in the clothing department. :p
So these are Thomas' pants...
And this is the TuTu skirt... Im thinking of trying to make this one from scratch, and hopefully it will turn out... Ill post my other creations as they come along... hopefully... lol
Which brings me to my other thought... Tonight as I was trying to get dressed to go out for supper with a Girlfriend, I looked in my closet and thought with a very large internal, and external sigh: "I have nothing to wear".
Now for anyone who knows me, that is a lie... I may not have a room full of clothes, but I do have a closet full, a dresser full, and there are a LOT of shoes in the bottom of my closet... at least 50 pairs...
Whenever I get ready to go somewhere, or even just to get dressed for the day, I always wish I had more clothes. When in reality, I have tons of clothes! And they're all pretty decent! I have never had to resort to wearing a paper bag. I have enough different clothes that the first year of Highschool, I wore a different outfit every day of school for nearly two months. For those of you who need a calculater like I did, (lol) thats 40 different outfits... and those are just casual outfits! thats not even stuff that I would wear to church!
I think what I am trying to say is that when I look in my closet, I should think, "Thank God, that I am so blessed to have such an assortment of clothes. To not have to wear the same thing day after day, knowing that if I wreck it, Ill still have to wear it."
A lot of times I know that I take for granted what I have, and dont always realize just how blessed I am. How even though I dont have the coolest job, or the fastest car, or even the best of everything/anything, I have Jesus, and in reality, thats all I need. He makes me who I am. It wouldnt matter what I wore. I could even wear that paper bag and I would still be me. So although my flesh wants more, I think Ill try to be content and thankful with what I have. Although I'm not opposed to any blessings in the clothing department. :p
Wednesday, April 28
Time flys...
So Ive been slightly neglectful in my blog writing... For those of you who pay attention, and have been poking me (thank you Rachel G.) and telling me to get blogging, thank you.
I havnt really had anything to write... Not that I havnt had the time, if I actually did stuff instead of procrastinating, like how Im supposed to be starting supper right now, and vacuuming, I could have written a lot... But I didnt... C'est le vie...
Things are much the same. Im still living at home, I am not attending school, as of yet, but I have a few ideas up my sleeve... they have yet to fall out but Im sure in time that they will. I am still working at Superstore. For those of you who's jaw just dropped, Its the people that work there (well most of them) that make working there worth it. The customers, well... They have their moments. (Yes, I realize we're under construction, I too have noticed that Produce is just inside the front door now, and there are big plastic tarps hanging from the ceiling....) O_o Im not even kidding...
In the travel aspect of life, I spent 6 months just working, and then finally got on a plane and went to California. Sanfransisco with some amazing ladies, and then we all trecked up to Sacramento for a three day conference, which I enjoyed very muchly.
This summer, Im supposed to go to Tulsa again in July, but have also been invited to back pack Europe with a friend late in August... I'm trying to fit them both in, but unfortunately I'm not made of money, and I dont know how happy work will be with giving me ANOTHER 3 or 4 weeks off... I'm sure I could convince them ;P
I also realize that I have greatly neglected my travle blog, and I promise to update that with at least one post soon... (So by Christmas for sure... lol)
Lately Ive been in a bit of a creative mood, I even have someone to blame... Actually two people... Thomas, and Desiree (Roo)... Miss Roo and I went to the local VV Boutique, and found a very cute black dress, and a jean skirt. Due to the fact that Roo is about as big around as my pencil, I have to take the dress in... The skirt although long, isnt very wide if is just sew up the slits, so I have to come up with an idea to fill them... I have two ideas and will have to fill you in on how those go...
Then Sir Thomas, decided to up and leave for Calgary... (Have fun, you will be missed)... I realized that I have 2 pairs of his pants under a chair in my room that have been begging for my attention. One pair needed a minor repair, and the other pair had some major issues with holes. (and they think toddlers are tough on their clothes (-; ) We never really coordinated on what fabric he wanted me to use to fix the holes and stuff, so I just left them... for about a year... Becuase he was leaving, I decided to get my bottom in gear and get them done, I picked the fabric, let him look at it, and then did them. They look awesome but I failed to get pictures of my creation... Ill have to steal them back to do that and post them..
Thinking of pictures, ill also have to post one of my denim Tutu thing that I created... (it sounds really weird when I say it like that but I absolutely love it and will have to find a way to make another one...)
Ive also been toying with the Idea of doing more sewing and then selling it... not like from a pattern, but buying jeans, and making them into skirts... Or something else equally as funky...Not massed produced but individual, no two peices the same... I have another sleeve full of ideas for that, so ill have to see what happens with that idea... Any thoughts from the Blogging crowd?
In other news, we moved churches.... I have some pictures of the Youth group, as well as the church that I should probably add sometime... I am super excited to say that God is moving and making way for what should turn out to be an absolutely incredible summer! We are having special services in July, to dedicate our church (July long weekend, and you should all come!), and Brother Platinea (sp?) is coming to preach revival services at the end of June, July... Needless to say I'm already incredibly pumped...
And I think thats it.... I hope you all are doing well, and I will quit procrastinating and actually get on here once and a while! As for right now I should probably get the vacuume out and start supper...
<3
I havnt really had anything to write... Not that I havnt had the time, if I actually did stuff instead of procrastinating, like how Im supposed to be starting supper right now, and vacuuming, I could have written a lot... But I didnt... C'est le vie...
Things are much the same. Im still living at home, I am not attending school, as of yet, but I have a few ideas up my sleeve... they have yet to fall out but Im sure in time that they will. I am still working at Superstore. For those of you who's jaw just dropped, Its the people that work there (well most of them) that make working there worth it. The customers, well... They have their moments. (Yes, I realize we're under construction, I too have noticed that Produce is just inside the front door now, and there are big plastic tarps hanging from the ceiling....) O_o Im not even kidding...
In the travel aspect of life, I spent 6 months just working, and then finally got on a plane and went to California. Sanfransisco with some amazing ladies, and then we all trecked up to Sacramento for a three day conference, which I enjoyed very muchly.
This summer, Im supposed to go to Tulsa again in July, but have also been invited to back pack Europe with a friend late in August... I'm trying to fit them both in, but unfortunately I'm not made of money, and I dont know how happy work will be with giving me ANOTHER 3 or 4 weeks off... I'm sure I could convince them ;P
I also realize that I have greatly neglected my travle blog, and I promise to update that with at least one post soon... (So by Christmas for sure... lol)
Lately Ive been in a bit of a creative mood, I even have someone to blame... Actually two people... Thomas, and Desiree (Roo)... Miss Roo and I went to the local VV Boutique, and found a very cute black dress, and a jean skirt. Due to the fact that Roo is about as big around as my pencil, I have to take the dress in... The skirt although long, isnt very wide if is just sew up the slits, so I have to come up with an idea to fill them... I have two ideas and will have to fill you in on how those go...
Then Sir Thomas, decided to up and leave for Calgary... (Have fun, you will be missed)... I realized that I have 2 pairs of his pants under a chair in my room that have been begging for my attention. One pair needed a minor repair, and the other pair had some major issues with holes. (and they think toddlers are tough on their clothes (-; ) We never really coordinated on what fabric he wanted me to use to fix the holes and stuff, so I just left them... for about a year... Becuase he was leaving, I decided to get my bottom in gear and get them done, I picked the fabric, let him look at it, and then did them. They look awesome but I failed to get pictures of my creation... Ill have to steal them back to do that and post them..
Thinking of pictures, ill also have to post one of my denim Tutu thing that I created... (it sounds really weird when I say it like that but I absolutely love it and will have to find a way to make another one...)
Ive also been toying with the Idea of doing more sewing and then selling it... not like from a pattern, but buying jeans, and making them into skirts... Or something else equally as funky...Not massed produced but individual, no two peices the same... I have another sleeve full of ideas for that, so ill have to see what happens with that idea... Any thoughts from the Blogging crowd?
In other news, we moved churches.... I have some pictures of the Youth group, as well as the church that I should probably add sometime... I am super excited to say that God is moving and making way for what should turn out to be an absolutely incredible summer! We are having special services in July, to dedicate our church (July long weekend, and you should all come!), and Brother Platinea (sp?) is coming to preach revival services at the end of June, July... Needless to say I'm already incredibly pumped...
And I think thats it.... I hope you all are doing well, and I will quit procrastinating and actually get on here once and a while! As for right now I should probably get the vacuume out and start supper...
<3
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