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 January 2009

Not A Christmas Card (As Promised)

I have decided I am not going to do any crafting today as it is the kids last day at home - they go back to school tomorrow. Yes, it's back to getting up at 6.15am again tomorrow. Oh joy. Can't begin to tell you how much I am looking forward to that!

As I promised, no Christmas cards today, instead here is a card I made for one of the school Mums/Bunco ladies who left England just before Christmas to go and live in South Africa. Well they were going home to Sweden for Christmas then they go on to South Africa from there some time around now, I think.

This was for Helena from all the Bunco ladies.

Inside I made two fold down pockets and gave each of the Bunco ladies an individual tag to write their own personal message on. On this photo they aren't quite finished. I added ribbons to each tag in alternate yellow and brown and I also added some flowers to the corners of the fold overs. Unfortunately there were one or two people who were late getting their tags in so I didn't get chance to take a final photo of it completed so you'll just have to use your imaginations a bit.

Lol!

This is a close up of the layered butterfly and felt flower on the front.

Papers, Tag (on front) and Embellishments: K&Co

Tags (inside): Cricut ~ Tags, Bags and Boxes Cartridge.

8 comments:

Maya said...: Beautiful card!
Love the layered butterfly and the colours :)
hugs from Maya.; 5 January 2009 at 15:53
ScrapMomOf2 said...: What a wonderful card for you to make! She is going to love all of those individual messages! That is so sweet!

It's way too quiet at my house today! The break went by too quickly, and I still wish the girls were at home!!; 5 January 2009 at 15:56
ScrapMomOf2 said...: By the way, enjoy the last day off with the kids!!; 5 January 2009 at 15:59
Leanne said...: Absolutely stunning and what a lovely idea.
Leanne :o)
xx; 5 January 2009 at 16:03
Nicki said...: That's a lovely card Fe, and such a nice keepsake with all those message tags.
Nicki, xx.; 5 January 2009 at 18:34
Dawn said...: What a brilliant idea Fe - it's stunning - love the felt flower and those papers! Yum!; 5 January 2009 at 20:24
Debbie said...: Fe this is really gorgeous and I am sure the lady loved it. :) Great idea to add individual tags for everyone to write their own message on. :)

xxDebbie.....oh yes, thank you for my beautiful get well card..it arrived this morning...and made smile...:) :); 6 January 2009 at 15:40
Dee said...: Brilliant card and idea... would be great for anyone who has to send a card that will be signed by many such as someone leaving at work or leaving to have a baby. I'll crib this idea for the next one I have to make which will be for work as one of our GP's leaves in April.

Mum XXX; 10 January 2009 at 09:00

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.