Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve been fascinated with stones. I’ve had various rock collections throughout my life, but due to life in general, only a small box filled with different fossils, rocks, and crystals has made it into my adult life. Despite not being able to consistently contribute to this collection throughout the various stages of my life, I have always continued to collect small stones and shells when I travel. On our recent trip to Ireland, Continue reading
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I’ve been off this blog for quite some time now…only making a brief appearance to help me process the deep sorrow of losing my grandmother. Since then, it’s popped into my head a few times accompanied with a nagging notion that I should really try to post more; that it’d help me continue to move forward, help me to heal. It’s hard to recognize that I actually need healing. Not only from the pain of losing someone I loved so deeply, but from all the wounds that I have accrued in my 30 years of living. I’ve been doing a lot of reflecting lately and thought of this blog again. I started it as a creative outlet to help keep me motivated and growing and learning, as well as with the hope of building a community, no matter how small, to encourage others to do the same. I consider crafting and creating to be a form of self-care and I’m sure I need it more than ever now. But in reflecting, I can confess that it’s been so hard over this last year to even do that. It’s shameful that it’s still taboo to open up about one’s “ailments” especially when they fall into the mental health realm. As an advocate for mental health, I’m almost ashamed that I still very rarely talk about my own mental health openly. The stigma that we face in doing so is so burdensome that it’s easier to stay quiet and continue to be hidden and suffer in our torment alone. It’s really, really hard to announce when you have depression and anxiety diagnoses, or a disease, or chronic illness…but it’s even harder to acknowledge and accept these things for yourself.
It’s been quite some time since I’ve been on here. I know I can blame lots of things such as getting mysterious vertigo for a few months, traveling to Europe and getting engaged (no big deal), and just being all around busy and lacking crafting motivation, but nothing has spurred me on more to jump back into the saddle again as has my grandmother’s passing away. Today is the 2 week anniversary of her passing and I miss her every single day. As much as I keep trying to ignore this reality without her, I just can’t. So, I decided it was high time to indulge the grief process by picking myself back up and remembering the incredible woman that she was and whose own craft genius will forever be a part of me. As I’m beginning this process and needing to reinvigorate my creativity, I realized that the white frame which holds my favorite picture of her was lacking.
I don’t normally jump into the Throwback Thursday boat, but I also don’t normally bake. And since it happens to be Thursday and I wanted to prove that once upon a time I did indeed bake a pie, I thought I’d give it a whirl. So, friends, here’s my first ever #tbt to that one time that I baked my first ever peach pie!
I’ve been battling a headache for the last couple of days, so wanted to do something creative while lounging on the couch. I’ve dabbled in embroidery and cross-stitching before, and with Halloween coming up, I wanted to combine the two and make some festive décor. Once I knew what I wanted to do, the rest was pretty easy. This tutorial from Urban Threads was really helpful to get back into the swing of things and remind me of basic stitches. After I traced on my design so that I could stay on track, I used the back-stitch and just went to town.