What I’ve Made Wednesday

So, it’s been a while. I’ve been afb (away from blog. That’s a thing, right?). And one of the things I’ve been doing is, of course, making things. At the moment, the main focus is on making decorations for the ceremony and reception at mine and my Best Beloved’s wedding, so I’ve been working on some macrame garlands, and also lots of fabric garlands (made of upcycled fabric I’ve found in op shops, or leftovers from different projects).

I’m also knitting the bouquets for myself and my bridesmaids, and boutonnieres for the groom and groomsmen, plus the most foofy and ridonkulous floral crown I possibly can for my flower girl- all of which has resulted in a pile of flowers and leaves which I hope will get much bigger.

And then there are the chandeliers. I found this tutorial on making a (non-lit) chandelier out of some hanging baskets and thought, why not?

You know, as you do.

It finally gives me an excuse to get a hot glue gun, and also- pretty! I was wondering what to do for crystals and then I remembered- our house had two big chandeliers stored in the basement. They’re not quite my style, but they’re covered in dangly crystals.  I already have a box full of them- and those are just the ones that fell off them when the Best Beloved was moving them.

Now I just have to buy myself my birthday gift- a hot glue gun. I know, a craft-loving gal who doesn’t own one? Insanity! It’s taken a while but I finally got fed up with reading about great projects that I wanted to try and sighing because I don’t have one. With the right hot glue gun, I can conquer the world! No really. Don’t mess with someone who’s operating a hot glue gun.

And when I’m Queen I can finally bedazzle All The Things. The future’s bright. The future’s COVERED IN RHINESTONES.

Ahem.

You might be wondering what on earth I’m going to do with all the decor when the wedding is over, and the answer is simple: it’s going up around the house. Because I’ve always wanted to live in a house that’s decorated like an old-fashioned barge, or a gypsy caravan. And now I can. This is what happens when I’m allowed to decorate things.

Hello again

Hello there. It’s been a while. A long while. You’re probably wondering why I didn’t just take this site down and give up.

I’ll be honest with you, I thought about it. I’ve been dealing with a very full plate in terms of things claiming my time. Work. A new house (a new house that I actually *own*. No more calling the landlord. I *am* the landlord.) Writing and running what is probably more than my fair share of LARPs. Most awful of all, depression and anxiety- those roommates in my head who may never move out, who may go away but may always have a bunch of stuff stored inside me.  And most wonderful of all, planning a wedding.

There are a lot of reasons not to try again with writing about the things I love and trying to build this into something worth the building. There’s only one reason for carrying on. But it’s way more compelling than any of the reasons not to.

This is something I am doing for me. One of the very few things I’m doing only for me. Because I like writing. I like connecting with however few or many of you there are. I want to record at least part of my life in a way that’s more substantial than the empty calories of social media. I want to put something good out into the world- encouragement to try and make things. Because I know from experience that making things keeps the darkness at bay. And when there’s less darkness, it brings satisfaction, and joy.

For a long time, I let all the other things in my life stop me from showing up to the work of trying to create a better and more meaningful life for myself. Well, I’m done letting the resistance get me. Whether I have grand lessons to impart or whether I just found an interesting pattern. Whether I’ve made something cool or (equally likely) made something that isn’t Pinterest-worthy but is still satisfying. I’m going to show you the messy side of the room (to quote Heather B. Armstrong), because I think people need to see the thread, the scraps, the paint-covered newspapers, the burnt-sienna painted chux-mache props that kind of look like giant poos, drying on my dining-room table… whatever happens, I’m going to keep showing up. I hope you’ll join m