Archive | January, 2010

Book Page Wreath Re-do

31 Jan

So I saw over on Fireflies and Jellybeans a redo and the book page wreath that seem to be all the rage right now. So I thought that I would put one together for my door. I also got my supplies from the dollar tree, like they did. I love that store by the way. I have been reading about the wonders of the dollar tree, but man, until I experienced it myself I didn’t believe it.

I did mine a bit different. For starters I use my glue gun instead of the glue they used.

and since the glue was so hot, I used a thrifted spoon to help stick it down. And I asked Dan to take pictures of the process so I just unloaded them from my camera and guess how many he took…. 55. Just be happy that I’m not posting all of them.

Here is my finished project!

Here is a close up of one of the wreaths.

I’m thinking about making some fabric flowers to embellish the wreaths a bit. Also guess what book I used to cover the foam wreaths with! My strategic management book from my undergraduate degree. Take that useless undergrad and that horrible book they wouldn’t take back because the silly teacher bought the newest edition every semester!

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Scrap Fabric Barrettes.

29 Jan

So the other day Meg and Jess came over and we crafted. It was tons of fun. I greatly enjoyed it. I love those girls. We made these scrap fabric barrettes that were over at Blue Cricket Design. And as it says in the tutorial, they are super easy and quick. We made a bunch. Instead of using alligator clips that the tutorial says, we used barrettes that clip together. Instead of one slit for the clip to go through, we made two, one for each side of the barrette.

Oh ya, that’s me, with all the barrettes that we made in my hair.

Eat Sign

27 Jan

So, there is a show that I am semi-ashamed to admit that I watch occasionally. Only when I happen to be home and it’s on. Anyway, every time I see the show, I’m amazed by the house the main character lives in. I really love it, I esp love the kitchen. I have kitchen envy of almost any kitchen, but esp this one. Every time I watch it, there is a sign in the kitchen by the table.

It’s that sign that says EAT in the corner. It always catches my eye, so I thought, I can make that. So I did. I love when I see something and then I just go do it. It’s awesome. I got those cardboard letters and modpodged some fabric on them. It’s really similar to the last name sign tutorial that I posted about earlier. I really like the way they turned out.

Here is the back of the letters.

Here they are above my table. I put them up using command hook adhesive. The letters are super light, so that adhesive seems to be holding them up pretty well.

Our apartment is tiny, so our living room is our everything room. Well everything but our bedroom. We do have one of those. So the Eat sign really helps the table not look quite as silly being in the living room. (By the way, I have really bad kitchen envy because mine is tiny and I love to cook and am severally limited by this kitchen. I’m talking severally. Like you don’t understand, food is a way of life for my family. You should have seen my grandma’s cook. You should see holidays at my parent’s house. You should see when people come to my house. Well you get this gist)

Oh and take note of that painting. We just got it. I really like. It was at one of those starving artist shows, so it was pretty cheap. Birthday present from the hubbs. Yep, my birthday isn’t until March…

New Theme

26 Jan

How do you guys like the new look? Can you tell I’m ready for spring?

Long over due post

25 Jan

So, this post is way over due. I was going to post this post right after the other posts about people’s struggles. So, this is the post about my struggles. But first, why I didn’t post this sooner.

I have been running this blog for the wrong reason, and this is my confession to the bloggging world. This is also my apology to the bloggysphere. I have been writing this blog trying to gain followers and get posts. I have been writing this for your approval. Well, I no longer want your approval. My priorities have been changed. I now write for a few reasons. First to share with you all what God does in my life daily and how he helps me through everything and to bring honor to his name. Second, I write for me, writing is empowering. Having something to say and then voicing it for all to read is empowering. Thirdly, I write for this post. For people who are where I have been, to share hope with all. Now on to this post.

I suffer from Major Depressive Disorder. (This also makes me feel a little bit like I’m in AA 🙂 ) I was diagnosed with this disorder in May of 2005, almost 5 years ago. I was diagnosed after I attempted suicide. It was a Sunday evening, the Sunday right before finals week of my second semester in college. I remember feeling like there was no hope in my life and that there would never be any hope any more. I also vividly remember thinking that if I was dead, no one would miss me. Sure my mom and dad and sisters would miss me for a while, but they would get over it and move on with their lives. I honestly felt that there was no reason for me to be in this world anymore. People who have never struggled with depression ask, how can anyone feel this? are they just being dramatic? or do they really feel that they don’t matter or shouldn’t exist? Having been there, I answer that question with yes, people d feel this and no they are not being dramatic. I know it is hard to understand, but I’m afraid that unless you have been there it is hard to understand. If you have and questions about this, I am really happy to answer anything. I try my best to be an open book that just helps people.

Next you might ask, how did you recover from an attempted suicide? Well, it started with a week stay in a mental hospital. It was scary, real scary. Not the other people, the fact that I couldn’t leave if I wanted to, the fact that I didn’t know what was going to happen, the fact that no one trusted me with anything and watched me cautiously all the time. It was scary. I hope none of you ever have to stay in one of these places. Mainly because I wish that I no one, but mainly because I only wish the best for all my readers. After the hospital I went home to my parent’s house for the summer. The love of my parents and my sister’s helped me greatly. The thing that helped me the most was the church that my parent’s belonged to. At first my Mom forced me to go. She definitely didn’t give me the option of going or not and I am very thankful for that. I was so angry, at everything. I couldn’t pin point my anger at one thing, I was just angry. I’m sure I was horrible to live with that summer. Little by little, God spoke to me through the pastor at Westside Baptist Church. God broke down my walls of anger and spoke to me. He took away all the anger and hatred. He replaced it with his love and grace. He took someone who was at the end and didn’t know what to do next and replaced them with someone who was loved and had purpose in life.

That is why I am still in school. That’s why after receiving my undergraduate degree, I completely changed everything in my life and am getting my masters. I want to help people who are where I was. So one day far in the future I will get my license and practice psychology and be able to help people. In the mean time, I just try to live my life to honor God and love anyone who passes my path.

Guest Blogger #2

19 Jan

Today we have my younger sister with us to discuss the major trial in her life. She doesn’t struggle with depression like Brenda does, but she struggles with something I think even more women struggle with, self image.

Amber is a 22 year old, wife, sister, daughter and permanent substitute teacher waiting for the next phase of her life to start. Amber and her husband Jay took the first year of their marriage “off” from any major careers or decisions. So that year is almost up and the next phase of her life is starting. We grew up crafty but Amber is just starting to embrace it again. She got her first sewing machine for Christmas and so far has totally kicked my butt on making things with it. So, here is her story.

My battle with self-image started when I was in elementary school, before I had the abundant life that only Jesus can bring.  I was never the cute, athletic, skinny girl that everyone admired.  I was the short chubby girl that often got overlooked.  My self esteem was basically non-existent.  When I got into middle school, I thought things would get better, but I was wrong.  Things only got worse, with older students making belittling comments about me.  Finally, I had had enough.  I decided after my sixth grade year that I would get in shape over the summer and blow people away when I came back for seventh grade.

I started just working out more, but it slowly became an obsession.  I felt like I had to work out after every time I ate anything.  I remember very clearly that I ate a Jolly Rancher and felt like I had to go run a mile because I had just ate sixty calories.  It got to the point that I began cutting things out of my diet all together.  I started with soda, which seemed to be the healthy choice in the first place.  Then there was cake, all desserts, bacon, any fried food, until eventually I was eating lettuce and carrots.  I ate because I had to, because my parents made me.

My whole family was going through a really hard time that summer because a tornado had destroyed our house.  So, we were all stressed and it was really easy to hide my secret obsession behind the stress of the summer and the inability to eat well when we were living in a hotel for a month.  No one, not even myself, noticed how badly I was hurting myself until I had already taken it too far.  I liked it when no one noticed, when I could do my own thing without drawing attention to myself.  I liked being overlooked.

After our house was rebuilt and we moved back in, things started getting back to normal.  Everyone at school noticed that I had lost a lot of weight, and I loved the attention.  I thought I was so gorgeous simply because I was thin.  I went from a size 14 at the beginning of the summer to a size 3 by the end.  I was so excited.  When the newness of my appearance wore off, I felt worthless.  I felt like no one noticed me and I was just the overlooked girl again.

I met my first true friend when I was in seventh grade.  She had such a hope in her life that I couldn’t explain.  She was radiant, but I didn’t understand why.  She just seemed so happy, and it angered me so much that I didn’t have that.  When we were in eighth grade, she took me to church with her a few times, and I quickly saw where that hope and joy came from.  Everyone at church had it.  It seemed like this unattainable gift that I wasn’t good enough to receive.  I was right; I was and never will be good enough to receive the gift that Jesus brings.  Finally, I surrendered and accepted this free gift, and it changed my life.

I won’t say that my struggle ended with my salvation, but it definitely took a turn towards good.  Slowly, God taught me to rely on Him.  I had always heard that I was beautiful to God, but it took a really long time to sink in.  God has to be really blunt and clear when he talks to me, and my stubbornness always seemed to mute His voice.  Finally, when I was a sophomore in high school, it hit me like a brick wall.  He used 1 Samuel 16:7 and 1 Corinthians 3:16-17 to really change the way I look at myself.  God doesn’t look at what my peers look at.  He doesn’t care if my face is deformed and I walk with a limp, He wants to see my heart.  That was the most beautiful thought that I had heard.  Then I read 1 Corinthians, and it got even better.  God lives in me, and that makes me His dwelling place.  He calls His dwelling place lovely and beautiful, and that is what He thinks about me.  But, I was not treating that temple like He wanted me to.  I was not taking care of my Savior’s home.  At first, I was so convicted and really angry with myself for defacing God’s temple.  But, then I realized that it was in my past and that Christ’s blood covered all my sins.  That was such a freeing concept for me.  When I finally realized this, it was like God’s holy fire was let loose in me.  I felt so free to be who I was and not try to be someone else.  I began to realize that God created me to be me, not Lacey or Sara or Amanda, just me.

Since that freeing year of my life, I have been soaring with God.  Hebrews says that our God is a consuming fire, and He had definitely consumed me and set me on fire for Him.  I pray that somehow that fire can be unleashed in this world.  That the fire the God has blessed me with can go and help girls who struggle with the same things.  That somehow I can be used by our amazing God to free other girls from the lies of Satan.  You are beautiful, let God free you with that thought.

Guest Blogger!

18 Jan

This week I’m going to be bring light to an issue that is very close to my heart. There are so many people who suffer with depression silently. I have struggled with this for many years. To start this week off, I have Brenda from Therapeutic Crafting!!

Hello! I am Brenda, AKA Brenbren in the blogging world.
First, I just wanted to give a big thanks to Emily for giving my this great opportunity to share my story with people.

Emily emailed me with the idea to talk about my battle with depression. I have done several posts about my struggle. I would like to share my story along with how I found crafting to be so therapeutic.

I just ask that you take the time to read all the links I attached in this post. They go in greater detail about my battle and I also explain many things about depression.
After a big move across 3 states, I found myself very alone. I write more detail about it HERE. I struggled with mild depression for a few years, but was able to maintain it with exercise and meaningful friendships. Then I gave birth to a beautiful little girl. It all went down hill from there. I had severe post partum depression and began having suicidal thoughts. I was put on medication and seemed to be doing better. (read more about it HERE). Then a bomb shell dropped. I found out my mom had terminal lung cancer. Before she started chemo and radiation we made blankets together. (posted HERE)

I can’t tell you how many tears I have shed snuggling this blanket wishing my mother was not sick or wishing I could be there through her battle with chemo and radiation.
Well, hubby graduated and our medical insurance changed. My psychiatrist did not accept my new insurance so I was forced to go off my medication cold turkey. Well I rebounded HARD CORE. I attempted suicide, but luckily I am still here to tell my story. I defiantly had angels watching out for me that day:) You can read very raw, real, and emotional posts about it HERE, HERE, and HERE.
That is most of my posts about my battle. I found my heart changing and realized depression had changed me. I want to share my story, educate people, uplift individuals, and inspire those along my journey.
I want to tell everyone that depression is a disease. It is no different to take an antidepressant to make your hormones level out, than it is taking insulin every day to make your pancreas work, found HERE. I talk about what it feels like to have depression HERE. Sorry to keep sending you to other posts, but I already wrote it all down.
I found working with my hands very therapeutic. SO, naturally, I named my blog “Therapeutic Crafting” (www.therapeuticcrafting.blogspot.com). I blog to share my creativity, but mostly because it is a form of therapy for me.
A few of my favorite things that inspire me and help bring joy and peace into my life is the

Reading Corner I did for my children! Found HERE.

Painting is a great past time for me. I just finished my latest one found HERE,

but you can find more on my blog HERE and HERE and more, but I want to leave you the opportunity to discover them.

I have sewed, painted, Mod Podged, built, and hot glued myself through many difficult times. Depression has been very difficult, but I have a silver lining in it. I have become more compassionate. I grieve for those who grieve, I morn with those who morn. I wish to ease others burdens. Please read HERE (my offer still stands). Please read my blog. I want to share my story, I want to uplift and educate. I want others to realize they are not alone, but most of all I want people to realize it’s okay to get help and talk about it.

I’m a little late but…

15 Jan

So over on Craft Rookie she had a post about it being Blog De-lurking week Jan 4 – 10. I realize I’m a bit late, but for all you blog lurkers out there, you should make yourself known. She says “The point of Delurking Week is to come out of your shell and let blog authors from your favorite blogs know you are there….Lurking ;). Okay…”lurking” sounds creepy…how about just “Reading Quietly Without Commenting”?” So, let yourself be known, comment and let me know you are there. That way you keep me writing. I lurk on your blog and I’ll make an effort to comment more, if you make an effort to comment more here. 😀 I’m hoping that I can bribe you with some silly pictures from me and my past.

My older sister Misty and me.

My younger sister Amber and me at my graduation from my undergrad degree.

All three of us in our annual Christmas tree shot.

And a dear friend of mine named Kayla who I miss dearly!

Christmas Presents that I Gave

14 Jan

So I know this is long overdue, but here are some pictures of the presents that I made for my family for Christmas.

A Mod Podge plate for my mom. Her last name is Bowen.

Another Mod Podged plate for my older sister Misty.

And the fabric fruit all together in one bowl for my older sister Misty.

It seems like there were others but I can’t really think of anything. And I have thrifting plans for Saturday as well as two projects in the works, just need the parts for. 😀

Since we have all that snow – Rainboot Liners!

11 Jan

So, since we have all that snow that I told you about yesterday, I needed something to wear on my feet everywhere. I don’t own a pair of snow-boots. I normally don’t really need snow-boots. We go sledding once or twice a year and normally I just wear my rain-boots. So I have all weather boots.

Well, since we have so much snow this year and I’m out in it anytime I leave my house, these boots really are not cutting it this year. My feet get so cold in them and the temperatures are so cold anyway, and with me and Jeepy fighting and her heat not wanting to really work, I’m kind of afraid that I’m going to get frostbite on my toes. That and they hurt when they get that cold, and I’m a total wuss. So, I saw a really cool tutorial over on Sabbespot’s blog about making Welly Warmers. Well, a Welly and a Rain boot are a lot like the same thing. Rain-boots are just way more cute. So I whipped up a pair of them out of some super soft/warm fleece.

You can see them in action in my last post about the snow.

They make my boots really full and kind of tight, but I think they are really going to help  my poor little toes!