A very personal blogpost by a man I admire and look up to so much. I am so proud for everything he has overcome, and the person he is today. My fiance, the father of my children and a true inspiration.
Pop over to Misdale Says for some great reading on film and music.
My partner’s wallet has been falling apart for a long time, and for some reason he has refused to get another one. The fake leather on it has worn down to the threads and it looks as if he is about to lose all of its contents at any given time.
So, me being stingy old me decided to make him a new one, rather than buy. I found a great tutorial over at Celebrate The Boy http://www.noodle-head.com/2011/03/celebrate-boy-tutorial-basic-boys.html
I had an old faux leather handbag that I liked, but the handles had unfortunately broken (I probably could have mended it easily, but cutting it up to make this was so much more fun hehe).
It’ my first time sewing with this type of fabric, and although it’s not perfect, I’m very happy with it (and what’s more important is that Michael is!). I have a few other old faux leather bags, so I might practice a little more.
I think this might be my new favourite upcycling project. What’s yours?
So, yesterday I thought I’d try something different. I’ve made dresses for my daughter, Olivia before from upcycled adult skirts (add some elastic and straps – easy), but I decided to try my hand at drawing up my own pattern and making a dress ‘the hard way’.
It took some trial and error. I’m glad I decided to make it with some old sheet fabric instead of my ‘pretty fabric’, as I really thought at one stage I was going to throw it on the floor and give up (for the record, sleeves are not my friend).
But after hours, and I mean hours of sewing, unpicking and getting frustrated, I finally have a dress that I’m (mostly) happy with. The sleeves come to just below Olivia’s elbows and the hemline is below her knees. Perfect for the oncoming cooler weather.
I think I have the dressmaking bug now though. I’ve been looking at a lot of tutorials lately, and I might even try my hand at a dress for myself sometime!
I found a fantastic tutorial over at Craftiness Is Not Optional. My daughter is forever undressing her Barbies and losing their clothes, and rather than be naked (or in the usual skimpy clothes) I decided to find a sweeter, classier alternative. And here it was – along with some other Barbie clothes tutorials I will be trying today – a few skirts, tops and a ball gown.
They were so much fun to make, why not pop over to http://www.craftinessisnotoptional.com/2010/08/barbie-dress-tutorial.html and make some yourself 🙂
This post is inspired by a few blogs I have read lately about depression. I have suffered depression since I was in my early teens. My issues are not something that is easy for me to talk about at all, but I want you to know that, if you are feeling down, depressed or suicidal, you are not alone in this world.
When I was a child I had a mother who was fighting her own demons. She brought bad people and dangerous situations around her children and she abused drugs. She didn’t put my brother or me first and she didn’t put us in a safe environment. Because of this, I was sexually abused and my brother was physically abused. I was too young to understand a lot of what was happening around me, but looking back now and knowing what I know, I suspect she was a prostitute – having sex with men for drugs and money.
As a child I saw things I shouldn’t have. I vividly remember, when I was eight years old, seeing my mum lying on her bed. Dead after a heroin overdose.
After everything I had seen and experienced, I shut a lot out. I’m still trying to fill the gaps missing in my childhood that I have no recollection of (presumably due to some kind of abusive trauma my mind has blocked out). I have anger issues that I am trying to deal with (how could a mother subject her children to such things? Why were drugs more important than her children’s’ wellbeing?).
I went buck wild as a teenager. I had zero respect for myself or anyone else. I had a lot of sex and I don’t even remember the names of many of them. I drank a lot of alcohol just to escape the way I was feeling. Even I, who was staunchly anti-drugs, was considering going down that dark path. In just over a year I spent almost $17,000, my entire savings, mostly on alcohol and going out. I just didn’t care anymore if I lived or died. I took crazy, stupid risks and I’m honestly lucky to even be here today.
I suffered from severe depression, and sometimes it comes back with a vengeance no matter how different my life is now. I used to imagine and fantasise about killing myself – ways to just stop the pain. I self-harmed and shut myself out from everybody. Falling pregnant with my first daughter was the slap in the face I needed – I was determined to be a good mum, the mum I never had.
Although I am now happily engaged with two beautiful daughters, it doesn’t stop the depression from rearing its ugly head. I think this is something that will always be with me; all I can do is find ways to cope with it, along with my anger. My partner, Michael helps me a lot and I am making plans to see a psychologist about dealing with- and moving on from- my childhood trauma. I never felt like I could talk to anyone about the way I was feeling – I kept it all inside and it just got so much worse. Before l posted this online, Michael was the only person I had talked to about my childhood. Now I am opening up this Pandora’s Box of emotions and painful memories for the world to see. It’s not easy, but writing this is oddly therapeutic, and hopefully it will also be helpful for you, reading it.
To the people who inspired this post, don’t ever feel like you can’t talk to somebody about the way you’re feeling. It’s okay to ask for help and to admit you’re not coping. Whether you’ve been through sexual abuse, physical abuse, verbal or emotional abuse; whether you’ve been ostracised, , bullied or told you’re not good enough; or whether life is overwhelming and getting you down – seek help. It doesn’t make you weak; it honestly does make you stronger. You are not alone. TALKING about depression is so important – don’t let it be a silent killer.
Let’s play a game. Write a band name for each letter of your name (or username). I wonder how many people have the same taste in music as me?
Stone Temple Pilots
Red Hot Chilli Peppers
Alice In Chains
That was actually harder than I thought. Names of terrible bands kept popping into my head, but I wanted to put ones I actually liked. Some of these I’m not a huge fan of, like Nirvana or Alice In Chains, but they’re the best I could think of. Also, if you’ve never listened to these bands before – do it. Most of them are classics (and then there’s Avenged Sevenfold that rip off the classics, but who I like anyway haha).
Who else dares take the band name challenge? And put your music taste out there to be judged by everyone else 😛