Divinely Crafty

As I type the title for this post I take pause. Can I really say that this has been “one of those weeks”? The implication is that this week has been somehow worse than other weeks. And while it has been a doozie, I’m not sure if it qualifies as particularly worse than most weeks. When I look back and take stock of the many weeks that have passed in recent months quite a few – most even – could qualify as “one of those weeks”. It sounds terrible when I admit this, but truth being good for the soul, I guess it’s liberating to be open about it. Maybe taking a look at this stark reality will lead to change that is desperately needed.

But yes – this week. What a week it was. Much of my time was spent at the hospital with my oldest daughter dealing with one heck of a nasty cut on the bottom of her foot. (Most of that time spent in horribly uncomfortable waiting room chairs. Seriously – I wouldn’t mind long waits if they didn’t hurt so dang badly. My poor fibromyalgia self was in agony. Plastic feel remarkably like concrete when it is under one’s tush for too long!) The cut as it turns out was not just a cut, but the doorway in which a large piece of wood gained entry into her foot. Say it with me – trying not to cringe too badly – OUCH!!!! I’ll spare you the play by play but the short version is 4 trips to the Minor Injuries Unit, 1 trip to x-ray, and 2 games of hardball with hospital staff (who refused to believe there was anything in her foot), way too much pain suffered on the part of my daughter, and finally last night after a round of local anesthesia and a few choice incisions – out comes a massive chunk of wood. Over 2 centimeters long and 1/2 centimeter wide! Nothing in her foot… yeah, right. There was at least one doctor and nurse in town feasting on a big old plate of crow last night. I’m happy to report that already today my daughter can walk on her foot with considerably less pain (given there is no longer a plank inside it) and we are all relieved that barring any unforeseen complications this episode can begin to be put behind us. Any thoughts for speedy healing of what is now just a nice big nasty cut that you could send her way would be welcome and appreciated.

Of course, as happens with us fibromites, all the stress and physical strain from the above ordeal has led to a very bad flare of my pain and fatigue as thick as it gets. My eldest summed it up quite nicely when she told me yesterday, “You look like road kill mom.” Only road kill has it easy. Road kill, I presume, is no longer feeling pain having departed this life. You know you have it bad when you envy road kill. yikes.

It’s times like these that make being a mom with a chronic illness really hard. Parenting on it’s own is a hard job. Its an exhausting job. Painful even with the mishaps brought on by rambunctious little ones, and painful in the sense that one can feel pain of the soul and emotions (and lets not forget the pain of birth!). But with a chronic illness those hard,exhausting and painful times have potential to turn into debilitating times. A few hard or stressful days can set you back for weeks. A few hard or stressful weeks can turn into months of setback. Which brings me back to the beginning of this post and my revelation that this week isn’t an isolated occurrence. With a chronic illness all weeks have potential to be “one of those weeks”. We operate from a different baseline, a normal that isn’t what others consider normal. All of my children have had to adjust their expectations according to how I am feeling. They are used to mom not being able to make it to school events, they are used to tip-toeing around the house when I am getting some much needed rest. They know that their home life is very different than that of their friends. Myy littlest, her eyes filled with concern and worry, knows when to ask if she hugged me too hard because she knows that on bad days even her gentle touch can hurt. Its not always easy on them, but they manage. We all manage it seems. Some days better than others. I think we managed fairly well this week, all things considered. In many ways it was better than last week which on the surface appeared to be an easier week, but that underneath was full or turmoil. Maybe that is what I meant when I gave this post its title. “One of those weeks” that despite all odds against it, we found our way through it. Perhaps it wasn’t so bad after all.

There are a whole big massive bunch of jewelry sellers at esty. That may even be a bit of an understatement. It can really be intimidating, not to mention exhausting, browsing through all the offerings listed. So much so that it might be tempting just to cruise over to a big name mega store’s site and order something that was mass manufactured, most likely in China, solely for the purpose of getting it over with quick and easy. But being a craftsperson myself, and committed to buying handmade, small production or one-of-a-kind goods whenever possible I sat down at my computer yesterday on the quest of finding the perfect pearl necklace for my daughter’s 16th birthday. (Fulling owning up to in my budget pearl=faux pearl, but luckily these days that doesn’t necessarily equate with cheap looking or poor quality.) She has prom coming up shortly after her birthday, and her dress (which she will also be wearing to my brother’s wedding this summer) just begs for pearls.

And so the search began. Pages and pages of lovely creations passed my eyes. A cup of tea, some rice cakes with almond butter, and a cup of coffee later I had looked at hundreds of pieces of jewelry, but nothing was jumping out at me as being the perfect piece. And anyone who has ever bought something for a 16 year old with very specific style and taste knows – it needs to be perfect. Especially when prom is involved! So onward I went, click by click, forging on in my quest. Then I found this seller. Brought to her page by one piece, I was drawn in looking at all the wonderful offerings in her shop. Such lovely work! And better still, I found at last a piece that I thought just might be what I was looking for. And bonus – she stated in the listing that she could make matching earrings. oooooo – I was intrigued. So I convo’d her (that’s etsy speak for I sent her a message) and asked what the cost of the matching earrings would be and if perhaps she could make a bracelet as well. I figured hey, it doesn’t hurt to ask, and a complete set would be great. She replied back – very fast – with a very reasonable price for the set and able to accommodate my time frame. (Yes, I procrastinate. A lot. ) After giving it some more thought, and spending time looking at my daughters dress, I had concerns if the color of the pearls would be to stark for my daughter’s dress, so I convo’d her back about this and a few other things, fearful that I was close to crossing over to potentially irritating buyer who asks a gazillion nit-picky questions territory. Again, she replied very quickly, giving me her honest opinion and making mention of some other colors that she had available. All whilst reassuring me that my questions were no bother and better to be safe than sorry when shopping online. How true that is!

When my daughter came home that evening, I eagerly showed her my discovery. (No way am I going to try and surprise her and risk her hating it!) She was pleased, but not as thrilled as I had hoped. So we talked. And we considered what it was that she didn’t like, and what she would want to change in order for it to be perfect. Eventually, after much imagining and discussing we had come up with exactly what it is that she would like. I sent another convo to the seller, asking her if she could make what was now a fully custom set and what the cost would be. True to form, she replied without delay, happy to make it exactly as we wished and at a price that was unbeatable. She would get started immediately and ship it the next day. My daughter and I both went to bed dreaming of the lovely custom made set that would be arriving at our home.

Today I received another convo from the seller with a picture of the set. If I was eager before, I am twice as much so now. And my daughter is beyond thrilled. It is indeed perfect – better than even we had imagined when creating it in our minds!

I hope that the seller – BeadsByEvelyn – doesn’t mind me posting a picture of the set that she sent me. It is just too beautiful not to share. She assured me that it this is a quick photo that doesn’t do it justice, but even so, the beauty of it is breathtaking. I can’t wait to see it up close and personal.

Made of Swarovski pearls and crystals in white,almond,peach, and bronze.

For reference this is the dress that it will be worn with.

The set is matched perfectly to compliment the dress and will be even more stunning with my daughters rich ginger/brown hair. I can’t wait to see them on her, in her lovely dress with her hair done up, ready for what will undoubtedly be a magical night.

Serenity is the youngest daughter of a dear friend of mine. Like most other 2 year olds she runs her mother ragged but manages to fill her heart with love beyond measure. Unlike most other 2 years olds, Serenity was recently diagnosed with Acute Lymphocytic Leukemia.

There is no lack of appeals on the internet for help with raising funds for sick children. Its a sad fact of life that children do sometimes get sick with horrible life threatening illnesses, and an even sadder fact of life that the financial burden that comes with having a sick child adds untold amounts of distress to a family. I’m not in the habit of appealing for help in most of these cases, not out of lack of concern or charity, but because I would bankrupt myself if I contributed to every one and I am sure that most everyone else is in the same spot. And given the anonymity of the internet and the dark side of humankind who would abuse the good intentions of donors, there is always the risk that god forbid, a plea for donations might be a scam.

But to me, personally, because of my friendship with Serenity’s mother and the untold gifts and blessings that I have received by knowing her, this one I need to pass on to whoever might be able to help. While I am sure it pales in comparison to the devastation that Serenity’s family is experiencing, the news of this has shaken me to my core. I have donated every last bit I had to give, which I will admit is not very much. My own family struggles to make ends meet every day, large in part to my own health concerns. Yet,this is one of those times where I could sit back and in anyway justify withholding even the smallest amount I had available. If we can afford to go to the pub and have a few drinks one night, then we could afford to give at least that much to help Serenity’s family. We can still go out with our friends, but drink a glass of water instead, and feel better drinking that plain old beverage than we would from any other drink, knowing that our small sacrifice is going to help make a terrible situation the slightest bit easier to bear.

With this I ask that anyone who is reading this today also consider making a donation, even and amount that seems too small to matter. Truly, every bit counts.

You can read about Serenity and her family as they journey into life forever changed at Lifting Up Serenity.

On behalf of my friend, and all those who love Serenity, thank you.

It seems that there is at least 2 birthday parties a month that my littlest gets invited to. I often said it over the years with all my children, and it hold true to this day – my kids have a much more active social life than I ever did.

With all of these parties to attend however comes the obligatory gift. I love it that here in England they don’t do a ceremonial opening of the gifts during the party. Instead the birthday girl/boy opens them afterwards and sends thank you notes to each guest. So much nicer than the risk that your gift will be less glamorous or exciting than another’s, and it takes the focus off of the loot grab aspect of a birthday party. But nonetheless, while not ‘required’ a gift is traditionally expected and what child wants to show up empty handed. We have a very tight budget in our house and as much as I hate to admit it, £200 of birthday gifts throughout the school year just isn’t in it. Its times like these when I am glad that I am a crafty mama. I can turn a few surplus bits and bobs into a lovely gift that if I were to sell in my shop would fetch a price well above what I would otherwise spend on a gift.

This weekend was the party of a sweet girl who loves her accessories. The perfect opportunity to break open the bead boxes and see where inspiration leads. Insisting that her friend would love something pretty for her hair, Anja decided that hair clips would be the project of the day. So we rooted through all the sparklely goodness and negotiated a pleasing pattern from which to create some lovely hair clips. (I had to explain that as much as she loved that single giant black bead it would not compliment her selection of pinks and yellows. Not to mention fit.) Naturally they had to be dangley – mere sparkle does not suffice in the fashion ethos of a 7 year old. And a bow – nothings complete without a bow.

Using wire bases that I use in making earrings, and hanging them on the clips with jump rings for maximum dangle, topped off with a little ribbon bow we made a sweet pair of hair baubles. Anja was pleased with her contribution to the effort of placing the beads on the wires in the pattern, carefully replicating my original example. She even astutely pointed out that because of the little purple bead at the base, they were not symmetrical. (They have been studying symmetry in school and she is most fascinated by the concept. )

From our collaboration of design and labor came these beauties.

We gave them a test run in her hair to be sure they dangled appropriately, which they did. I’m not posting that picture though because up close there was no denying that she was in desperate need of a hair washing. Bad (tired and in pain) mommy seems to have let it go a bit too long! As I mentioned earlier, there is no opening of gifts at the party, but it was reported back to me today that a certain girl who had a party this weekend was wearing very lovely set of hair clips that were being ooh’d and aah’d over by the girls on the playground. I am pleased with this, and am considering refining the design (attaching the bow was a bit fussy – there must be and easier way) and possibly offering them for sale in my etsy shop.

Tags: baubles, birthday gift, hair accesories, jewelry, mother daughter crafting