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
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.
Sorry I’ve been absent for a couple of weeks. My excuse is that I’m busy, but really I just haven’t sat down and committed to putting the projects that I’ve done up here yet. So, to reconcile for it, I’m leaving you with a quickie about what I did this weekend! Conor and I went away to celebrate our 2 year anniversary and since we both have busy lives, we decided to sneak away to our middle of nowhere property and relax. And we did just that! And it was magical. But in the process we also decided to very unofficially map out our tiny house that we’re planning on building up there next Spring….with bamboo poles.
I haven’t produced much in the way of crafts this last weekend, or this week for that matter. Instead, I was finally able to attend an annual family camping trip that I haven’t embarked on since I was 10 (or something close to that because I can’t really remember even being 10)! It was great to catch up with family and spend some time in the great outdoors! I have to admit, though, it’s really nice to come home to your own shower and bed…and washer and dryer, and toilet, and electricity, and running water, and refrigerated food, and…okay, I’ll just stop now. Instead I’ll leave you with some pictures from our trip to Lake Paulina!
For the 4th of July this year, Conor and I decided to spend the time relaxing up at my parent’s cabin for the night. Because seriously, how can you not be relaxed here?
It is the place where bees and moths cohabitate peacefully on lavender.
And where tiny gnomes salute you from their garden home. Continue reading