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I sent out an FB request to my friends for materials with which to craft.

One person gave me something.

One!  (thank you RP!)

And with a silent auction happening at work I was asked by the same person if I would make something for people to bid on.

Of course I can!

Now she asked for something specific but without a time frame there is only so much I can do. So I started with this and figure if I have another few days I can make a bag/purse like she requested.

This skirt was in the bag of clothes she gave me and when I saw it I immediately thought pillow.


So that’s what I made….


What do you think? Would you bid on this?


I feel like I’ve been on extended holiday for the last month. Not that I have actually been anywhere in particular but life just kinda got away from me for a bit there. I haven’t barely looked at my craft table let alone done anything with it. I stopped reading my blog list. I stopped reading books. And forget about writing, there was just nothing there. Not that I couldn’t find a topic to write about I just had very little incentive to put thoughts to paper…or computer. I was depressed.  I just didn’t know it at the time because I was functioning somewhat normally.

Looking back over the month of December though I can see the signs: not wanting to finish any projects, stress over Christmas and work and  money, zero energy, family commitments, car trouble.

I am sure I am not the only one.

One of the worst things was dealing with the death of my grandfather. It was  heartbreaking.  I was shedding tears of grief for a man that struggled to live for the last 11 years but I was also healing myself. I was overly emotional (for me) and struggled to deal with his death as I had dealt with any others before him. I couldn’t really understand it. I still don’t. In part it probably had to do with the depressive state I was in. It could also be that I was lucky enough to have had all 4 of my grandparents be part of my life until my teen years and since he was the only one I had left it was really hard to see him give up and to have to let him go. Either way the tears helped. I wake up feeling better every day and given the fact I am sitting here typing I think I have gotten over the mental block that has been caging me.

I almost feel like crafting again.


I see cute and simple projects like these No-Sew Flowers by Made and they make me smile.  They give me inspiration. I’ve missed that feeling.

So I have projects to finish, starting with a blanket for Izzy. It is partially done at least (more than what is shown in the picture). I just need to sew the bottom half of the quilt sandwich and bind it. Even thinking about it right now has me breaking through this funk I have been wallowing in even more.

Its time to get to work again and get back into the swing of things. Its time to get back to normal (for me).

today is one of those days.

oh it started out okay.

the husband had an appointment and i had made previous arrangements to take him to said appointment. i would return to work later in the morning.

his appointment was pushed back.

no sense in going to work for an hour just to leave and drive over an hour to bring him to his appointment then go back to work. i informed my boss i wouldn’t be in until later than expected due to the change and that was that.

it was already after 1 by the time we got home so i decided to stay home and have lunch before going to work. no big deal right? i’m only going to get a couple hours in anyhow right?

missed a call from the boss.

then received a text asking me to call.

that’s never a good sign.

“what’s going on?”

i will always regret asking that. ALWAYS.

“what was going on” was that our entire week was just turned upside down and gone to hell. or should i say my entire week.

suddenly i have to become a miracle worker and perform them in a very short time frame. and oh yeah, any plans i had for the next day well those are cancelled also because my life is not important.

i don’t get paid enough for this crap.

lesson for the day: don’t piss of Monday. it will chew you up, spit you out and then kick your ass.

lesson learned.

if you need me i’ll be at work for the rest of my life.


I was listening to my music while working through my crap day when one of my favourite songs came in to the mix. it made me feel better and i thought i’d share.

cause this guy was having a crap day also but the rhythm is so soothing.

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