Friday, June 15, 2012

Rain, Rain, Come and Play

I love the rain. When I saw these lovelies, I just about died.

 


Beyond Alien Robots and Laser Guns

 
Okay, when I was a kid, dumping out the red barrel of Lego's onto the carpet, my creative genius was limited to the construction of robots, guns, airplanes, houses, swords and 2 dimensional ducks.  It never occurred to me that there were plenty of other things I could make... like a sewing machine? Never in a million years would I have thought to make thatBut really, now. That is so totally awesome! I found the photo and tutorial for Such Designs' sewing machine on a blog I follow. Wonderful, isn't it?

Monday, January 16, 2012

Why I Keep Going Back- Musings of an Interventionist

When I come home from an evening at work tired, exhausted, bloody, bruised and crying, I've been asked by some, why I go back. What is it about working with these kids that brings me back everyday even when I say aloud, "No more. I can't do this"? It is about the moments when after the many tears and struggles that a non- verbal child will complete an activity and giggle "Awesome!" and when a physically aggressive child becomes angry and frustrated but does not lift his hand to strike you. But the at the heart of it all- the reason can be found below in this amazing video of a girl named Carly Fleischmann.

Friday, December 9, 2011

Update: Chocolate Buttons

In my last post I showed you this picture:


from Bonkers About Buttons and I mentioned the only thing I would do to improve them would be to dip the bottoms in chocolate. Well, this morning I discovered that dear sweet lass had the same idea...but more so. Oh, yeah!

Thursday, December 8, 2011

A Glimps of Heaven

I like buttons. I like Brits. But what happens if you combine the two? You get an amazing blog called Bonkers About Buttons. I was trying out pinterest.com for the first time this evening when I discovered after only two clicks this beauty...
 
Can you believe it?! A button bowl!




I excitedly clicked on the image to find out if there were any instructions for recreating the masterpiece and found my way to Bonkers About Buttons. Absolutely fantastic. BRILLIANT! The woman in charge of the blog has just accumulated another die hard fan. How could she not when she has pictures and items like this posted:
A Button Box!
An interesting Notion- I Like It!
  BUTTONS by Marian Barker
When I was just a little child
Sat at my mother’s knee
She used to tell me stories
We didn’t watch TV

She had a box of buttons
She took down from the shelves
And for hours upon hours
We would entertain ourselves

The buttons held many memories
For mother and for me
They captured special moments
In our family history

A military button from my granddad
For he was very brave
He fought for king and country
It said so on his grave

A tiny pearl from grandma
I really must confess
This was my very favourite
It was from her wedding dress

A shiny silver button
From the blazer dad once wore
When he went to watch the cricket
Hoping that his team would score

A little yellow button
With a flower on from me
From my tiny little jacket
That mum called a matinee

A woggle from the cub scouts
Was amongst the fine array
My brothers went there once or twice
But didn’t want to stay

Those buttons taught me colours
And taught me how to count
They taught me shapes and sizes
Of that there is no doubt

Now I’ve got a box of buttons
I take down from my shelves
And tell stories to my grandchildren
We do enjoy ourselves
©Marian Barker 

Lovely
All I Need Is a Little Chocolate On the Bottom
3 Words- I. Want. It.
 So, yes. I am in love. Actually I am going to end here so I can go and look at more buttons! What are you still doing here? Get over to Bonkers About Buttons!

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Two Peas

My best friend, Jenn, has Ehlers-Danlos syndrom (EDS) which is a degenerative decease that- put in simplest terms- the organic glue of her body that holds muscles, sinews and bones together doesn't work like it should. She can be happily talking when her jaw will begin to dislocate or carefully picking up a shirt only to straighten with a grunt, "Oh shoot. Two ribs just popped out." Some days she is in so much pain she doesn't get out of bed. Other days she feels well enough to go out to run an errand or grab a sandwich for lunch.
She is the most amazing and beautiful woman I have ever met. She is strong and courageous despite the pain she constantly lives. She teaches me faith and hope. She also teaches me to stitch, make heart garlands, crack jokes and how to sprinkle chocolate chips on toast spread with peanut butter. Sometimes I climb into bed with Jenn when she doing poorly and we will talk until we fall asleep. There are the times when I have a bad day (or week) and Jenn holds me while I cry, then takes me outside to the front porch where we blow homemade bubbles with pipe cleaner wands until our fingers go numb from the cold.
We swap genealogy stories and confess embarrassing moments. We "oooooh" and "aaaahhhh" over Anthropologie catalogs only to cut them up a short time later for a project. We giggle over dreams and nightmares and 90's movies we loved.
We are two girls paddling up stream with illnesses that world cannot see.
Despite our differences, we get each other. We know the feeling of not having the motivation to get up in the morning. We hate the days when people ask us how we are doing and with fake smiles we say, "Oh just lovely," when in truth we want to scream. We relish the days when we can drive slowly down to the lake to enjoy the fresh air and talk freely about anything and everything. We marvel at the Lord's tender mercies and give thanks for our friendship.
I am so blessed to have a friend in Jenn. It took us some time to find each other, but the wait was worth it.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011