Making all the things…tangent

October 5, 2016 Savvy Spoonie 2 Comments

I intended to continue with my crafty holiday making madness here on the blog but then I fell into the world of silversmithing and all other things drifted away.

It’s true that I can blow my bezel seams over and over again on a high migraine day but for the most part silversmithing is a place where the problems I encounter have readily available fixes and the results of my labor are stunning.

I’m 5 weeks into my training and I am loving every intensive second of it. Now when I see jewelry I deconstruct it with my eyes. When I see stones I imagine how I would tackle them. I finally feel as though I can DO something with my life, even though I can’t do all the things I’ve previously trained for.

Here is a photographic journey through some of the steps in my last piece:

img_20160920_110713 — Here we have a fine silver bezel soldered onto a sterling back plate.

img_20160920_114159 — Choppa choppa choppa, we have a crude silver setting.

img_20160920_165529 — After adding a handmade bail and wire we have an unpolished setting fit for it’s stone.

img_20160927_100432 — With this lovely device we fit the stone into the bezel. Think of endlessly rocking your cranky child back to sleep in the middle of the night. It’s a lot like that.

img_20160927_125301 — Abracadabra! We have a pendant!

Here is my further assembly of silver and pearl earrings.

So this is what has been occupying all my time this past month! I will try to get to another set of make your own holiday gift ideas here soon!

Homemade Madness, house"keeping", Just me

Making all the things…(Part 1)

September 5, 2016 Savvy Spoonie 2 Comments

It’s that time of year again! The air turns colder, the leaves start to crinkle, and my urge to MAKE ALL THE THINGS comes out of it’s summer hibernation.

This year we are doing handmade gifts for most of our family so I am getting started early with my research. I have college age kiddos and grade school kiddos, high school kiddos and full grown kiddos. Luckily the internet is vast and the possibilities are endless. It’s important to find gifts that people will like, that can be made inexpensively, and that are useful in some way.

Of course one person’s useful is another person’s WTF? so it’s equally important to know your audience. For example, monogrammed coasters might seem like a useful thing to make but do your friends even have coffee tables that require coasters?

I’m starting with my college peeps. This year, there are a lot of them.

College Age DIY Gifts –

The Secret Book Safe – Keep your tiniest secrets hidden here, or at least your cash when you’re throwing a party for your fellow students.
Study Carrel – You can’t make everyone else leave the room, but you can kind of make your own room.
Managing to sleep in a room with another person can be a challenge. A sleep away kit can make all the difference. A homemade eye mask can make it seem like you are home sweet home. A small homemade fleece pillow filled with lavender, a solid set of earplugs, and your softest pillow case combine to create a cozy sleeping environment where ever you actually are.
An office in a box gifts your student with all the study necessities. Post-it’s, pencil lead, bookmarks, paperclips, highlighters, and more!
A no-sew fleece blanket gives your student something soft to cuddle up in when they are tired and homesick.
A Mason-Jar Sewing Kit is an essential gift for someone moving out on their own. After all, your sewing stuff is staying with you, so it’s not like they can just run in and grab it.
Sick Day Cold Kit – Being sick away from home is the first time you really understand how much being a grown up sucks. Ease their pain a little. In a large mason jar place:
1. 4 Emergency-C Packets.
2. A handful of cough drops.
3. A handful of throat lozenges.
4. 2 packets of Throat Coat tea.
5. 2 packets of Peppermint tea.
6. 4 honey sticks.
7. A travel size tissue pack.
8. Lip balm.
9. Travel size menthol rub.
10. 4 Nyquil Liquigels.
11. 4 Dayquil Liquigels.
12. 2 Advil packets.
13. Chicken Soup packet.
14. 2 saltine cracker packets.
15. Quarters for the soda machine.
Magnetic Message Boards let roommates communicate with each other and avoid awkward moments.

There are more. The internet is full of laundry kits, first aid kits, coffee lover kits, etc. Really, if you can think of it, you can turn it into a gift for someone in college.

Chronic pain, fibromyalgia, health, Migraine, Mygraine, Spoons

The monster in the depths…

August 7, 2016 Savvy Spoonie 1 Comment

You know that thin veneer of socially acceptable behavior we all wear throughout our days and nights? That veneer that keeps us from tossing our wine onto the shirtfront of the idiot at the cocktail party who insists on cloaking his misogynistic ramblings under the heading of “devil’s advocate”?

Some might call it self-control.

Well spoonies have masterful self-control. We maintain it with an iron fist when we are out of the house because chronic pain creates an inner voice that is almost always an asshole or a whiny bitch.

So we shut the fuck up and do our best to ignore the urge to burst into tears at the slightest inconvenience or collapse into a puddle of completely broken human being-ness as we give in to our pain and finally, at last, stop trying to pretend it hasn’t rendered us animals.

Well today my self-control decided to fly off to Katmandu for some sightseeing and I got a glimpse at the monster that lives in the depths of my soul.

Maybe it’s my medication. It’s possible that my inner voice is altered by the ugly addition of Lyrica. I’d like to be able to blame the handful of mind altering substances I pour down my throat twice a day. If not, my inner voice is a manic, terrified, angry, sick-and-tired-0f-the-pain, psychopath who wants to throw up my hands, crawl into bed, and never get up again. Ever.

With my self-control on vacation in the Adirondacks my inner voice is screaming: FUCK THIS CHRONIC PAIN SHIT. I GIVE UP!! IT’S TOO MUCH. MAKE IT GO AWAY OR MAKE ME GO AWAY OR INVENT SOMETHING THAT MAKES ME NOT CARE ABOUT IT.

Because it is too much. It’s too much. I am forty years old and I actually believe that today’s life expectancies are too. fucking. high. I don’t want to feel like this for another forty years. I don’t really want to wake up in the kind of pain that makes me uncertain I can get out of bed every day for another fourteen thousand six hundred days. That is too much of ask of me. It’s too much to ask of anyone!

It’s complete and utter unfair bullshit. It’s the kind of bullshit that makes me want to walk through my house slugging wine, pulling things off of shelves and throwing them against the walls. It makes me want to take a walk of complete destruction wear I inflict the pain I live with on every inanimate object in sight.

Why don’t I? Because then my fucking self-control would come back from helping orphans in Africa and I would have to clean it all up. Which would make me hurt more. Which is, again, fucking bullshit.

So why today? What is it about today that made my self-control hop onto the back of a bird and fly off to Borneo? My dreams.

Here is the story: I don’t sleep well. I never really have. So one of my many doctors discovered I clench my teeth like life depends on it all night long. He prescribes a night guard. I start wearing it. I sleep. I sleep well enough that I begin to dream.

Night after night I dream these freakishly intricate dreams about me as different people in different times. One night it’s a burlesque dancer who did the USO circuit in the 1940’s. Another night I’m a nurse who treats victims of Agent Orange. It’s different every night.

Two things about the dreams remain the same. One, I am always someone dealing with something that causes intense PTSD. Two, I always reach a point in each dream when I start to cry so hard I can no longer speak, even when I desperately want to.

I dream every night about desperately needing to speak about my pain and being rendered physically unable to do so.

Every morning I wake up tense and afraid. I lie in bed and think about how fucked up the most recent dream was as I feel my consciousness return to my body and the pain filter in. It’s like putting on clothes. Pain in my feet, arms, hands, head. Stiffness in my back so bad I am not sure I can move.

I lie in bed as my body puts my pain on and I gather my self-control and my intention to make it through another day. To make something beautiful in that day. To love and to be loved. To feel the wind and the sun and the rain and to remember all the reasons I should do it all again tomorrow.

Today I needed someone else to take me to tomorrow. Today my inner monster was loud enough to make me give up. Today Dan came into my dark, dank, cave of bad feelings and despair and he held me there. He let me cry and listened as I shared my dreams and this sense that no matter how much work I do this is my life going forward and it has so much suck in it. He didn’t try to talk me out of my feelings or point out the good. He just held me. He listened. He took me for a walk. He got me out of the house. He helped me make a delicious dinner and ate with me while we snuggled and watched Game of Thrones.

When I was done my self-control was back. My desire to see another tomorrow, despite the pain that will inevitably come with it, was once again strong. My monster in the depths was once again locked away.

So if it is strong again why am I writing this?

Because your monster may not be. You might be hearing it tell you all the awful you have ahead of you.

Well, it’s right. You have a lot of awful ahead of you. You have pain and medication and doctor’s visits and missed opportunities and the feeling that you have to remain silent about it all.

You also have those things that make your day wonderful. That person who really sees you and still loves you. That animal that curls up next to you when you can’t get out of bed. That show you really want to see the end of.

So let your monster scream. Let the unfairness of it all come out for a bit. Cry.

Then shake it off, lock your monster away, and begin again. You have a long fight ahead of you but you are not alone.