It’s a Handmade Christmas at Millbrae… Part 1.

T-Shirt Yarn1a Wreath1a Wreath2aIt all sounded like a good idea when my sister suggested it; all gifts (excepting kids) must be handmade.
Awesome, do so love a good challenge. Days and weeks pass and I have not done a thing… no surprise there – forward planning is really not my strong suit. Gulp, it’s mid-November and there is nada, nothing made for anyone – bugger.
OK, so it really is waaaay past the time when I should have been busily creating loads of wonderful-ness for the fam. Surely it is never too late? I mean, I have a whole month, right?
So last week I began. Two gifts down, seven to go, easy peasy lemon squeezy. Sorry, can’t share the pics with you as yet – where would the excitement be for the recipients if I was to reveal all now. Except it’s mostly the blokes left – what the hell do you make them, Frilly aprons for the BBQ, Scrubby/Soapy stuff for seriously dirty hands, what the hell?
I am coming up empty handed in the fabulous ideas department.
All suggestions will be gratefully accepted, seriously. I am begging you.
All beginnings of panic aside, I have also made a really cool wreath for the Front Door. 2 hours from start to finish. My kind of project, messy, quick and using only scraps – woohoo.

That giant ball of t-shirt yarn has been crocheted into 3 splendid treasures and is only the beginning of this particular addiction I’m afeared…

More soon, til then, hug someone unexpectedly.  Not someone completely random tho, that could get awkward.


The Universe Has Infinite Abundance…

Sometimes, just as you need it most, the Universe delivers something so spectacularly beautiful, that it feels like the breath of life has just been breathed back into you.
Today, I received such a gift. A letter (of the old fashioned variety, complete with stamps and all) from a super nova of a friend.
She wrote me a list of what she perceives as my most wonderous traits and talents (completely overwhelming and so, so beautiful).

I needed that. I really, really did. How on earth did she know I’ve been hiding/trapped under my own big black cloud, unable to find the sunshine I so desperately crave.  This chick gets me so completely and all the gorgeous words she had for me, I feel the same for her.

It has been about 2 months since the cloud descended upon me and there have been days that I have really struggled to cope. I have of course, coped, there are the 3 glorious kids romping and stomping about, demanding to be fed, clothed, entertained, a business to run and about a gazillion other things that need to be done, but let me tell you, it has been rough.

I won’t bang on about it, poor, poor pitiful me and all that, just to say it’s been and now, I think it is lifting.  Oh sweet relief.

How do you thank someone, so completely, so wholeheartedly, for simply being themselves and being my friend?

Thank you Poss.  I love you.

And weirdly enough, I spoke about my horrid few months, only this morning with some other of my dearest friends. They were quite suprised and shocked – why hadn’t I said anything, told them about it?

And why indeed!  These are my nearest and dearest, I trust them implicitly.  They do not judge, placate or offer unsolicited advice.  They listen, they support, they love.  I have excuses galore, it’s just easier to stay home, I’m too busy to get out and see people, blah, blah, blah.  I have become quite the hermit and it is not good for me!

And so, I realise I am blessed, but selfish to hold everything inside, especially the bad and the ugly.  True and wonderful friends are there through everything, if you let them.

So another heart-felt thank you to Mik and Mod.  I love you both.

Do you know, I think I’ve realised something as I have written this; Friendships need to feel the whole gamut of emotions to be really truly special.  If I don’t share the shitty bits with my friends, things become a bit shallow and it is lovely to feel needed once in a while.

I am Queen of Putting-Up-a-Great-Front, even with those I love most of all, and whilst it is a handy trick most of the time, there are times when it hurts.  That very quiet, wee little voice inside of me, the one that I don’t even hear most of the time, needs to give me a good swift boot up the backside now and then to remind me that I am not a super-hero and am in fact only human (well, I do a mean imitation of SuperHero-ness at times ;-0).

So in a nutshell, I’m back, look out, on my way to bigger and brighter things.  There is a totally Handmade Christmas in the making and a new addiction to crocheting with t-shirt yarn, sewing some fabulous crawler daks for Reggie, though he is at last walking, and I cannot wait to be my old-self again and share it all with you.

Til next time darlings, thank you for reading and I invite you to share your thoughts with me.

Carmen xoxLetter from Poss