Fe-Fe's World Of Craft, Creations and Kids.

This blog was started mainly for my crafting, however I also find myself writing about my family life too and in particular about my son Josh. Josh is just Josh to us and we're used to his quirky behaviour. As I don't want to have to mention Josh's autism every time I post about him, I thought I'd mention it here. Hopefully you will bear this in mind as you read and it may give you a little insight into the wonderful world of the autisic child in a very gentle way!

Monday, 5 May 2008

Card and Tin For Mia

Ellie's friend Mia will be 5 next weekend. Ellie has been invited to her birthday party so I have made this card and tin for her.

The card is made with patterned paper by Scissor Sisters, the letters and ovals are done on the Cricut, the stamp is a Sugar Nellie, the number is Chipboard painted with Acrylic paint and the flowers are done with a paper punch and then a lilac gem added to the centre of each.

The tin was one I'd originally done as a baby boy tin for the flower shop - because the ribbons on it were blue and yellow I thought I'd just try and find some girly blue and yellow paper so that I could keep the same ribbons. I found this paper by Scissor Sisters in my stash and thought it would go nicely. It did look lovely but the yellow ribbons didn't really go, so I took the yellow ribbons off and replaced them with white. I added a white bow, made the tag and the "Mia" with the Cricut then stamped the Mongolia stamp and coloured it with Twinkling H2O's to match the paper.

8 comments:

ScrapMomOf2 said...: These are fantastic! So pretty!; 5 May 2008 at 20:49
Dawn Wheeler said...: Wow realy pretty ,love it ,Dawnxxx; 5 May 2008 at 21:00
Unknown said...: Lovely box and car, pretty colours and beautifully co-ordinated...I do like the cards yo did for your friend too, especially the mouse one, great image and well decoupaged...more patience than me! Hugs, Chrissyx; 5 May 2008 at 21:25
Sammie said...: I love the delicacy with which you have coloured the image. These are lovely and I'm sure Mia will love them and Ellie will be proud to give them.
Thanks for yr message:my bag was behind the door the kitchen door in the church hall while I was serving at the tables, so it has to have been soemone who had access to the kitchen!!! In a way, I don't really mind -if someone needed it that much I don't have much myself, but I don't mind sharing, but it was the shock of the invasion and the hassle of cancelling the cards that made me feel sick.
C'est la vie!
SammieJay xxxx; 5 May 2008 at 22:09
Shh-Shh said...: Again fab (as usual).... so sweet.; 5 May 2008 at 23:23
My Paper World said...: Very cute Fiona!
Mia is going to love her sweet card and tin! xx; 6 May 2008 at 21:24
Lee said...: How absolutely precious!!! Just when I thought I didn't "need" the Cricut!! LOL; 7 May 2008 at 06:32
Risa said...: Wow....your card and tin are sooooo pretty!! I love the soft colors and the beautiful stamp!
malieta:); 8 May 2008 at 03:41

Ode to Special Mums

Ode to Special Moms(by Erma Bombeck)

Most women become mothers by accident, some by choice, a few by social pressures and a couple by habit. This year, nearly 100,000 women will become mothers of handicapped children. Did you ever wonder how mothers of handicapped children are chosen?

Somehow I visualize God hovering over Earth selecting his instruments for propagation with great care and deliberation. As he observes, he instructs his angels to make notes in a giant ledger.
"Armstrong, Beth, son, patron saint, Matthew.
Forrest, Marjorie, daughter, patron saint, Cecilia.
"Rudledge, Carrie, twins, patron saint, give her Gerard. He's used to profanity."
Finally, he passes a name to an angel and smiles, "Give her a handicapped child."

The angel is curious. "Why this one, God? She's so happy."

"Exactly," says God. "Could I give a handicapped child to a mother who does not know laughter? That would be cruel."

"But has she patience?" asks the angel.

"I don't want her to have too much patience or she will drown in a sea of self-pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wear off, she'll handle it.
"I watched her today. She has that feeling of self and independence that is so rare and so necessary in a mother. You see, the child I'm going to give her has his own world. She has to make it live in her world, and that's not going to be easy."

"But, Lord, I don't think she even believes in you."

God smiles. "No matter. I can fix that. This one is perfect. She has just enough selfishness."

The angel gasps, "Selfishness? Is that a virtue?"

God nods. "If she can't separate herself from the child occasionally, she'll never survive. Yes, here is a woman whom I will bless with a child less than perfect. She doesn't realize it yet, but she is to be envied. She will never take for granted a 'spoken word.' She will never consider a 'step' ordinary. When her child says 'Momma' for the first time, she will be present at a miracle and know it! When she describes a tree or a sunset to her child, she will see it as few people ever see my creations."I will permit her to see clearly the things I see...ignorance, cruelty, prejudice...and allow her to rise above them. She will never be alone. I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life, because she is doing my work as surely as she is here by my side."

"And what about her patron saint?" asks the angel, pen poised midair.

God smiles. "A mirror will suffice."

"Welcome to Holland"

"Welcome to Holland" By Emily Perl Kingsley

I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this......

When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.

After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland."

"Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."

But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.

The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.

So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.

It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around.... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills....and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.

But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."
And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away...because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss. But...if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ... about Holland.