No Worries

Check me out I am actually up and wake before the alarm went off this morning. Perhaps it’s only because I was about to pee or perhaps it was because I’m excited that I have made plans for myself to actually get out of the house and I’m having a “Me Day.” I dunno… I think I just had to go to the bathroom.

If you haven’t figured me out by now from my posts or my vlogs I’m not the happiest go luckiest person around. I picked up the camera yesterday to vlog and it turned into a sob fest. Oops sorry people! No wait a minute I’m not supposed to say “I’m sorry” for every little thing. Truth is a have more bad days than good and sometimes they result in a good cry. There that’s better and no apologizes for it.

Why does everyone feel they have to make apologies for everything little thing they say or do? Today’s society has become so worried about offending others so much that we are making everything politically correct, keeping our thoughts and opinions to ourselves, and making a fuss over red cups. However, I have to admit I was a tad bit upset over the #redcup issue until I looked into it myself and all the info I personally found made it a nonissue for me. So thank goodness I can still go to Starbucks!

I’m trying to say go about your life without making too many apologizes for yourself (except when called for) and never be afraid to say what you have to say. So I’m going to go out today and brave the scary big world and its people today. Wish me luck because I’m sure I’ll look at someone the wrong way, yell at someone in traffic, or want to run someone down with a shopping cart. Or maybe I’ll strike up a conversation with a complete stranger while waiting in line or going through the racks at a store. Those are some of the best conversations. Wish me luck!

Please Be "Like a Girl"

I want all young ladies and women to watch these two videos and really listen to their messages. Then don't let anyone make you feel like you are less of a person because "you are a girl." If you have hopes and dreams, chase them. If you want to choose a career that's seemingly "for men only" then you had better go give it your all and do your damnedest to show you deserve to be there too. Or if you still don't have a clue what you want to do with yourself that perfectly fine too. I'm a GAW and I still have no idea what I want to be when I grow up. Or is it that I have to many ideas?

Be Creative

I am the person who has cleared out the clearance yarn and fabric remnant bin at craft stores just because I thought the yarn felt "yummy" or the fabric was cute. No I had no idea how I'm going to use it or when. I have several hobbies or crafty things I love to do from sewing and quilting, paper crafts like scrap-booking and journaling, and crochet and cross-stitching. Still would love to tackle knitting one day. I have storage totes filled with an abundance of supplies for almost any project at any given time. The sad thing is that life has been happened the past several years and many projects or ideas have fallen by the way side. However, the storage totes and random boxes continue to follow me through every move because I just can't bear to part with any of it.

However I refuse to take full responsibility for my actions and have all of the women in my family to blame for contributing to my creative addictions over the years. Every one of these women has their own unique talent and have always been willing to help me in some way; from sending leftover material and sewing machines, to cross-stitch floss and fabric, or sewing my clothes when I was a little girl. I have quilts made for me by my Grandma Dennison, cross-stitched pillows from my Aunt Linda, very fond memories of a blue dress with ruffles my mother made when I was in elementary school and I thought I was Laura Ingalls every time I wore it,  a desk that held my Grandma Rose's sewing machine, to the sewing machine handed down to me from my Aunt Sis who taught herself how to sew as a young girl out of necessity.

Myself I have taken on countless projects some good, some not so good, and many failed attempts all together. My own children and family members have received quilts and crocheted throws. My daughters have been adorned in dresses and crocheted hats. Countless cross-stitch samplers have been stitched into the wee hours of the morning to be given as gifts for birthdays, Christmases, weddings, or anniversaries. Looking back on some of these projects I cringe and want to take them back and hide them. Others I am quite happy with how they turned out and I hope they become treasured family keepsakes just like many of the items I hold near and dear to my own heart.

Take a peek at some of my treasured possessions and my own creations below.