shear madness yyc

During the summer months we spend almost every Saturday morning at the Millarville Farmers Market. They are some of my most favourite mornings spent with Nate and Ella and our wonderful friend Paula. We bring the wagon along and pack it full of peaches, cucumbers for pickling, fruits, veggies, plants, baking, cheese and flowers. While there one Saturday, I had seen a fun crayon folio for little kids. It was a little pouch that one could put paper, crayons and something else small in the little pockets. I thought it would be great for travel, church, doctors offices, and restaurants.  I was hoping to pick one up, but the gal I had seen with them wasn’t planning on making them anymore. So I took matters into my own hands. I found the crayon folio pattern by gingercake and made one for Ella and her friend. Then all of a sudden I had about 12 made. They are so much fun to make in fact.

For a while now people made suggestions to open an etsy store and sell the things I had been making for Ella  With a small push from a friend I opened my etsy shop called Shear Madness yyc.

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Currently, I have some of the crayon folios in the shop.  Soon I will ever adding capes (April 6 they were added), reversible aprons called “the Annie” and tool rolls (both later this month). These tool rolls can hold crochet hooks, paint brushes or pencil crayons/markers.  

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March came in like a LION

Many of you know that the beginning of March usually brings a birthday list of the 34, or whatever age I am becoming, things to do over the course of that aged year. This year it was absent as March came in like a lion for us And knocked us off our feet.

It all started back in February, though if I’m being completely honest further back than that, with a mole. A mole the size of a dime about 2 inches from knee on my left thigh. It was starting to change a bit. It was getting puffier, scaly, it would bleed if I scratched it and when I hid it with a band aide it would leave a mark on the band aide once it came off. 

When I was able to get in to see my doctor we made the decision to remove it and took care of it later that week. It was sent to pathology as is the practice now. After a week of not hearing, I put it out of my mind. Then one Friday I got to school and had a lot of missed calls on my cell phone- naturally it was an evening when I should have turned around to get the phone once I realized I had forgotten it. The message simply said that the pathology report came back and that she was sorry and that it was melanoma. To be honest, I didn’t know what that meant. I knew in my heart it wasn’t good but I didn’t really know what it meant. Of course I turned immediately to google (not my best decision I know) discovering that it was a form of skin cancer and not necessarily a good kind. I phoned Nate immediately, crying as I tried to tell him what I had found out, him trying to calm me down as students were entering my room for a rehearsal. I made the decision to keep it to myself until I knew more, as I said I had only been told it was melanoma there was still a lot to find out like what stage it was in and what the next steps where. I didn’t want to worry anyone yet as I only knew what it was and that I was heading for an appointment with a surgeon. 

I had my appointment at the Tom Baker Cancer Centre on March 7, less than a week after my 35 birthday, hence why there is no list- my mind hasn’t been in a place to put one together quite yet, it’s been a bit occupied. Anyways, I met my surgeon who would be removing more of the infected area and had a once over to make sure there wasn’t any other areas I needed to be concerned with. As the appointment progressed I learned more about the issue. I tried to think back to the last time my upper knee/thigh saw sun – as sun exposure and burns are a leading cause of melanoma. It was being put at a higher stage than I had thought it would be. Walking in I thought it might be a stage II and maybe one of the sub levels, but alas I was greeted with a stage IIIb. I nearly choked on my tongue. The doctor told me though that they couldn’t be 100% sure because of the way the original biopsy was done, which meant a bigger and deeper removal of the infected area and the removal of some lymph nodes for testing. I saw that as some optimism. 
I received my call about a week later that the surgery had been scheduled for March 29 with the lymph node mapping on March 28. 
My surgery was a week ago. I’ve been at home now since the 29th as it is a day surgery, it amazes me that it can be done in a day. I’ve been resting and recovering and watching a lot of Netflix. The surgery went well and the pain and discomfort have been decreasing every day. Each day without pain medication is a victory for me, especially because it is a day without dizziness. Each day I am able to do more things, like get out of bed, get on and off the couch, go to the bathroom by myself, get something to eat, and be in positions other than being horizontal. Though today I discovered I can’t quite get dressed all by myself yet as I cannot bend down enough to put on my left sock due to where the lymph node incision is.  

This has been made easier because of our amazing support system that has come around us and been there for us. Ella has been taken care of and loved by her Mama and Pa (grandparents). We have been cared for by our friends and family with meals lovingly prepared, messages, cards, flowers, phone calls, care packages and visits. People came around us that we weren’t expecting and have been so supportive and caring. Our church has been such a support for us with prayer and meals and phone calls. The love we have been shown by all of these folks is more than I ever imagined, that is the silver lining in all if this, and I don’t know how I will ever be able to thank them enough.   

It isn’t over yet. We find out on Thursday if the surgery got it all or if it has spread- the lymph nodes will tell them that. Fear sometimes creeps in and takes hold of me when I think about the possible results. I want it to be finished. I’m praying for it to be finished.

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These Hands…

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These hands belong to one of the most amazing woman I know.  I use to sit and watch these hands make the most amazing baking creations, while they would pass me a spoon to lick in secret. These hands would let me knead the dough or add the sprinkles or ice the butter horns. Wondrous family meals, followed by snacks, followed by a little night lunch, just to make sure no one was ever left hungry, was prepared by these hands.   As pages would be carefully turned  on the family photo albums, these hands would be pointing out and sharing each new adventure.  These hands would trace the line of the family tree sharing something that had just been found out. In the evenings as we gathered around the table, these hands would deal a deck of cards to play a friendly card game.  These hands would cover her face when she got laughing too hard, especially when our golfing went so horribly wrong.

These hands  could take a little paint and a canvas and with a few brush strokes turn it into a piece of art.  These hands would work magic with a needle, thread and sewing machine.  I saw pieces of limp, uninspired fabric transform into elegant masterpieces with the guidance of these hands.  When I was a little girl I would sit in the corner of her sewing room and watch these hands at work and marvel at what would happen and I wished one day I could do only a portion of what these hands did.  During summers these hands would embrace whatever craft I suggested. Decoupage, air brush painting, stencilling, ribbon embroidery, tie dying, rug hooking, needle point, or mop doll making.  And those hands did each one with grace.  These hands were patient as they guided me through my attempts at crocheting and knitting, putting in stitches and taking them out again and again.  These hands taught me to sew and what was possible on a sewing machine.  These hands taught me the finer side of embroidery, the even stitches, the perfect knot, the back sides being as neat as the front.

These hands were loving.

These hands were some of my most favourite to hold.  They meant comfort and love and caring.  These hands would hold on tight when there was a sense that I needed the extra support.  These hands would wrap around me after a bad dream or in a warm embrace.  They would brush my hair aside after something sad. These hands have cupped my face in a moment of despair telling me that I was her perfect princess, that I was just the way I was suppose to be and to heck with all those others.

These hands held my baby girl, loved my baby girl.  I gifted my baby girl with part of her name and made it part of hers – Anne. Anne which means grace.

I held these hands for the last time on Sunday, when I went to say goodbye. A hard good bye.  These are my Grandma’s hands.  My Grandma said goodbye to us all and left for Home on December 22.  I know one day I will hold these hands again, but until that day, I will hold onto each one of these memories and never let them go.

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Swoon – Upsized

Friends of ours welcomed their second baby in May, I know I’m late on putting a post up about it.  Their second baby was a little girl.

Though, when I started making the quilt they weren’t sure if it was going to be a girl or a boy.  So I had to be careful about which fabrics to select and a pattern that didn’t scream FOR A GIRL or BOY.

Ever since making the wonderful SWOON quilt by Thimble Blossom, I knew I wanted to at some point take that block and make it BIGGER.  I thought it would be the perfect quilt for a little one.

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This was easier said than done.  I made the assumption that all I had to do was do some fancy math – figure out how big I wanted it and see how much I increased it by and viola!  Defiantly wrong there. Each block normally is 18″ squared.  I thought making the block double the size would be the perfect quilt size for a child.  Because it was doubled, I just assumed that I could take that pattern and double each of the measurements and it would work out.  It did not.  I can’t even tell you how I managed in the end because there was some fancy cutting and sewing here and there to get it to come together.  But in the end I am pleased as punch with how it turned out.   The fabric came from Connecting Threads.  The yellow is from Cotton and Steel’s Leo Lounge and I am sorry to say I can’t remember the blue with yellow dots at the moment and can’t seem to find it anymore.

One day I will try this block again in this bigger size and the next time I will have to write down what I did.

 

 

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Sewing Room Clean Up

As Ella put it, “Messy Mommy.  Clean it up!” about my sewing room and how it might have spread out into the main basement area.  I will admit that I wasn’t really enjoying being in there work at all so I mostly avoided it.  But once Ella and Nate got on to my case I realized I better clean the mess up.

With Nate’s help we pulled EVERYTHING out of the sewing room and sorted through it.

These are the bags of fabric I had around, from projects that were finished but I just didn’t put away – this is also embarrassing but its time people know the truth.

This pile here is projects.  Either cut out and bagged and ready to go, or fabric and patterns that need to be cut.  There is a middle pile that I didn’t take a photo of, it was of just cuts of fabric and scraps.

After 2 evenings I was able to sort it all and get it put away in a more orderly fashion and one that I can actually work with.

Now I’m down there quite a bit puttering away on projects that I’m enjoying and enjoying being in the space again.

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Status Update: Shiny and Brite

Back in March I was telling you about the Crabapple Hill’s Shiny and Brite quilt I was working on.  I was also lamenting about how I wasn’t sure if I liked the fabric I had selected – well I take back everything I said.  In the end it turned out wonderfully.  I love it in fact, though I don’t have the foggiest idea of where I’m going to hang it at Christmas time.  But I will cross that bridge in October when it begins to snow here.

I think what clinched it for me was the red polka dot binding I used. It just makes me happy to see it outlined in that fun red.  This took a little while to quilt as I stippled in the middle section and then used a straight line patten around the pinwheels and a loopy pattern in the borders.  The straight lines took the longest part and it took me a couple of passed to figure out a good, logical and effective way to stitch around so I wasn’t twisting the turning the quilt to much.

I was even able to complete it for the deadline at Out of Hand for their shopping spree contest.  I didn’t win, but I was able to walk away with 12 other ladies who completed something in the year.  As a door prize I was given a pretty sweet little iron that I have very much enjoyed using.

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Italy: School Trip

This March I was fortunate to be a chaperone on the school travel club’s trip to Italy.  It was the first one we had ever taken and I knew it was an experience of a life time. For months leading up to the trip I didn’t think I would be able to go.  Simply because I didn’t know if I could leave Ella and I am not the best flyer.  But as Nate and my parents said, it was a chance of a lifetime.  So I went.

After long plane rides and long layovers (Calgary – Toronto – Frankfurt – Naples) we landed in Naples and immediately began our adventure. Herculaneum and Pompeii were amazing to see, I can’t believe how they were buried under ash from Mount Vesuvius.  Then we were off to Rome for a couple of days.  My head is still spinning from all we saw in Rome.  The Colosseum, Imperial Rome, the Spanish Steps, Circus Maximus, the Vatican, and 5 or 6 Basilicas.  On our way to Florence we made a stop in Assisi.  I had the best time in Florence, we were given some free time to go around and explore and the group of girls I was with was amazing.  Loved them.   From Florence we went to Jesolo and would take a water taxi to Venice.   Venice was so busy as it was Good Friday the day we were there, but what a place it is.  I was terrified about getting lost.

I saw things I never thought I would ever get to see in my lifetime.

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