Wednesday, June 6, 2012

I threaded a needle today...

Yes, I did.

Now to most, this would sound a bit strange – you threaded a needle??? Well, isn’t that nice (in a very condescending tone).

15 years ago, I would have thought the same thing - maybe. But, for others like me whose eyesight is compromised – whose eyesight is not quite up to par (for any number of reasons), this is a major task on some days. It was about that time that I started to have trouble - the culprit was Glaucoma.

Glaucoma comes in several different varieties and results in elevated ocular pressure that, if not controlled, can cause irreversible damage to the optic nerves, resulting in loss of sight - blindness.

My own troublesome variety is called ‘Narrow Angle’ Glaucoma. It’s caused by trauma to the head (in my case, a car accident) and can sit, hidden away for years, only to be triggered by stress. Yes, stress. And, any type of stress can cause it to flare up without notice. There is no cure - only management.

After several surgeries, it was all good - the culprit was under control. However, at the first of this year, that control started to be an issue and is now a major concern. But, it will get better - I have good resources who will help me get things back on track.

So, yes, I threaded a needle – not one of those tapestry needles with a larger than life eye, but a real sewing needle - the tapestry needle, too, but the big accomplishment was the one to sew on buttons.

It started with this….

My daughter (of whom I am extremely proud – just ask me – I’ll tell ya!) is a very sensitive, caring and generous woman. A few weeks ago, her friend and coworker was diagnosed with breast cancer and subsequently had to have a double mastectomy.

My dearest one immediately went into action – she was, and still is, a woman on a mission. (Now, for you men who are unfamiliar with this type of action, it can be amazing to watch – and, not something you want to try and derail.)

She made meals, she started organizing fundraising (including a Facebook team page) – there has been no end to her specialness.

So, I decided to make her a little something of her very own to show her support – this little coffee cozy.

Which lead to this -

I just can’t seem to stop making them - they’re fun, easy and really quick. Not sure if I want to tackle any more charts, though. I like easy, and charts and I really never got along too well.

Yes, I threaded a needle - several times - and, will continue to do so while I can.

I'm working the clay this morning, for the first time in a few weeks - I'm ready! Knitting and spinning will have to take back seat for another day or so - I've got some catching up to do!

Be well, everyone -

Being happy doesn't mean everything is perfect. It means you have decided to look beyond the imperfections.

Saturday, March 10, 2012

Thought for the day, continued...

My post of last evening WAS a bit snarky - it really wasn't meant to be. It was just that kind of a day.

You see I'm from the tail end of a generation that still kept women in the home - we were still, more often than not, the ones who kept hearth and home. My parents, though, were very progressive for their time - they encouraged all of us kids (both boys and girls) to follow their dreams, no matter what and be happy doing what we did best. And, to think for ourselves - to be able to take care of ourselves no matter what the situation. The boys learned to cook and sew - the girls worked right along with Dad. We all know that hammers and screwdrivers are neither right or left-handed, but will work both ways.

When I was widowed at a young age and with a 5 1/2 month old baby girl, I was thrown into situations that made the point clear of the mindset that we were still thought of not as second class, but not really as capable as men.

One case was when I was waiting to take possession of a new home, but needed to make a couple of repairs in the current one. The bathroom faucet was leaking - I knew what I needed to fix it, but when I went to the local hardware and asked for help finding the correct faucet stem, the response to me was "Well, little lady, don't you have a man who can help you with that??"

After I walked out, the hardware store across town was where I got the help I needed without any attitude. You see, just because I'm a woman doesn't mean that my brain doesn't function as well as, or even better in some cases, than a man's. (Of course, my dad got a chuckle out of the story - with a huge smile on his face.)

My daughter is a good example of what women can do - she's wise, talented, capable, thoughtful and the best Mom I know. I'm very proud of her - not just because she's my daughter, but because of who and what she is - a great woman!

So, with that, I'll simply add a reminder to:

Be the kind of woman who when your feet hit the floor in the morning, the devil shouts " Oh, Crap! She's up!"

And, for everyone -

Friday, March 9, 2012

Thought for the day...

A quick 'drive by' - just for grins and giggles - anybody else have one of these days??