I don’t know about you but if you’re part of any social media that involves women it seems like almost every single photo that gets shared includes some line like “don’t mind the mess…” Sometimes they try to give you a reason for the mess and sometimes they don’t but the shame feeling is strong with this one.Continue reading ““Don’t Mind the Mess””
Disclaimer: The person who this gift is for has not been the cause for my anxiety or perfection disease other than the fact that I feel I owe her my best. She even said “anything made in love is wonderful” or something to that nature way back when. All thoughts are my own mind working against itself and it’s own disease to please.
A few months ago a dear friend of mine was explaining her struggle with her new place and I felt compelled to try and help by offering her some handiwork to make it feel more like her home…this is the saga.
As an adult, woman, person, teacher, and parent I have had some terrible ideas and some amazing ideas, some things that have worked, some that have bombed terribly and some that are both good and bad ideas all at the same time. The indoor sandbox has become one of those ideas.
I took a little bit of a break last week because it appears the Mr. and I have gone under contract to buy a house.
In keeping with my forward mantra of 2018 we have taken a leap in that direction. A leap that I was completely and overwhelmingly prepared for and unprepared for all at the same time.
Felt boards or books are all the rage at the moment. It started with Christmas trees on the walls that little ones could touch and manipulate and then turned into a year-round project. I decided it was time try my hand at one and also continue working on my budding sewing skills.