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This blog is really amazing, my daughter and I have been making fairy soup for our garden all summer!
An offering is an extension of your genuine self with the intention of showing your love, friendship, and gratitude to another. Read this post of 4 tips on preparing an offering for your friends of the forest, fairies and gnomes.
I hated this piece when I started working on it. It seemed dull, drab, and I had absolutely no vision as to what it might become. Many days and many hours later it is one of my new favorites, a little more whimsical, a little more jaunty, a little weirder than my other houses… Sure I had to pull it apart and rebuild it a couple of times, but now I’m satisfied… Which brings me to the hate turns to love part…
It’s funny, but during this build I realized when I was dating, the person who irritated me the most, angered me the most, was my husband. We never seemed to be on the same page, he seemed like a “fixer upper”, he said things that would have me seething for days. He was never unkind, in any way, he just had this way of getting under my skin like no-one else. We just had our tenth anniversary last weekend, and I realized that while our first few years of marriage were tumultuous, I would marry him all over again. Out of all of those I have loved, I love him possibly, probably, definitely the most. It was hate (ok, annoyance) that turned to intense love. Like this project…
Anyone who knows me well can attest to the fact that I lack certain organizational skills. I definitely don’t run the cleanest of households, my car is a disaster, and procrastination was my middle name in college. Yet, somehow, I’m always on time, I always honor my commitments, and I never forget to put those I love first and foremost. My mind works in very atypical ways, and no, I do not have adult ADHD. It’s that I see the larger picture every day while my brain records the tiniest details. So in addition to my messiness, I have bouts of strange intuition bordering on precognition, which are not magical in nature but simply connections my brain makes because I tend to notice and remember everything. So, in a sense, it makes complete sense that I like to create perfect tiny things, one of a kind miniatures that I hope will shape or open other’s imaginations. Here are some of my latest, really tiny creations.
What looks “like crazy on an ordinary day”? Me.
TinkerWhims is now on Bloglovin’.
I have an upcoming market at the end of October, and I am so incredibly excited! Twelve artists in a two-day event, with a huge raffle donating 100% of its proceeds to a local women’s shelter. All of the ladies are super talented, with painters, felters, and various crafters. But the most exciting part is, for the first time, I will get to meet my customers. I will be able to see their expressions while they look at my work, and will hopefully get plenty of comments on what they would like to see.
So I’m crafting, crafting, crafting. I want to bring as many fairy homes to the event as possible, mainly for the above feedback. I also wanted to create a fairly large focal point, in the from of a dollhouse. Here what I’ve made…
TinkerWhims is featured in the Etsy blog!
When someone you love is in hospice, and an angel finally dares to give you an actual time frame, there is a sensation of simultaneous relief and panic. Without that time frame things can be confusing, angering, uncertain… with that knowledge comes grief and finality. Here are my tips for living the best life you can, while your heart slowly breaks off in pieces.
Live Large- We recently had a party for sickie, which was over the top, ostentatious, probably tacky. And it was loads of fun. As we adult ourselves, living more and more quietly while discarding the our innate childlike glee, we disconnect ourselves form the wonder and complexity that is our life. And that is incredibly sad. When time is of the essence, it feels less crazy to hang over a hundred balloons…
Create Something- Ok, beyond writing a blog that no one reads, I have a variety of outlets for my grief. I make blankets, which are horrible, plan creative play dates, and make fairy houses. It’s kind of the “fake it till you make it” motto, because even though I hurt inside, putting pieces of myself out there and accomplishing something builds me up. It puts little nuggets of esteem in my back pocket that help me face the really bad days.
Take Care of Your Appearance- Basically comb your hair, paint your toes, and use deodorant. I’m not saying you have to get fancy, but if you feel like you are falling apart it can be very socially isolating. It is easier to pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and get out there when your outer appearance doesn’t match your inner chaos.
Set Goals, Commit to Them, and Follow Through- Admittedly, it seems as though time needs to stop until, well… until sickie’s time has stopped. It feels selfish to think of anything else, to make plans, to go on. Yet, without little milestones to meet or upcoming successes to look forward to, I think my spirit would shrivel completely. I would have a deeper sense of despair, and nothing positive to talk about with anyone. So I am participating in an art fair that also benefits charity, I’m looking for new ways to train my horse, and I’ve adapted a healthier eating plan. Because although my heart is breaking, I refuse to break with it.