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

Monday, 29 March 2010

Sorry!

I haven't blogged for ages! A lot has been happening in the last few weeks. I don't want to say too much on here just yet but one of the things that's been happening is that we are selling the house. This has meant a lot of sorting and clearing out and tidying up as had to be done in order to get the house ready and as the last part has been done today, we are now officially on the market.

I have been so busy I've not had chance to do any blogging but I have still been making cards. I thought while it's the Easter Holidays I'd try and catch up a little. However my photos are going to get a little dodgy as my photo studio as had to be put away so I'm back to the old method of natural light and a white sheet background! Not good!

This is a card I made for my new neighbour Charlotte for her son Bobby. She wanted a dinosaur and balloons on it which made my day as this Whipper Snapper stamp is one of my favourites but my son is too old for it now. It was fab to be able to use it again.

The spotty papers are all by K&Co. I love this set of papers for boys cards.

This is the inside of it.I'm now trying to get ahead on all my card making so that if we do sell quickly and I have to start packing everything up I'll already be enough ahead to not have to worry for a while and can move and get settled before I need to make any more. Hopefully once we've moved I will be back to a more regular blogging schedule. Until then I hope you will all bear with my irregular blogging pattern.

3 comments:

friday feeling said...: Love the blue dinosaur - great card! good luck with the move, fingers crossed it all goes smoothly!; 2 April 2010 at 09:42
Debbie said...: Hi Fe - hope you get your house sold soon and get all settled again. :) :) :)
Lovely card and adore that wee dinosaur. :)
It is going to be frustrating for you to take pics without your studio.

Take care and hope to catch up with you soon. :)

xxDebbiexxxxxxx; 3 April 2010 at 20:16
ScrapMomOf2 said...: OK, maybe I didn't miss big news!! I hope you house sells! How is the real estate market by you? Around here, it can be quite difficult until the economy improves! Good luck!! This card is adorable!; 8 April 2010 at 23:26

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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.