Pick of the Week!

It is that time of the week again! After a lot of work this week I finally get to reveal my Pick of the Week! I don’t even need the lasso of truth to tell you that the pick is “Isn’t She Wonderful Stitch Markers”! These are absolutely one of my all time favorite stitch markers so much so that I may just need to make a set for myself.  These are available up in my shop The Red Picket Fence so hurry on over before there is a battle of epic proportions for them!

Isn’t She Wonderful Stitch Markers Available at The Red Picket Fence

It is not hard to see why I would pick these awesome stitch markers this week. I have been a Wonder Woman fan since I was a little girl. Her strength, grace and compassion for others is truly something to admire. The woman can lift a tank then turn around and kiss a baby in one fail swoop. This project this week got me thinking even deeper than just the Amazonian in her battle armor and tiara though. As I began to piece the links together I began to think about how much each of us can relate to Diana (that is Wonder Woman’s real name in case you didn’t know). Maybe that is why we as women like her so much because on some level we can relate to her. I don’t know a single woman who doesn’t want to be her so it brought me to this dilemma. I realized that just like young Diana, we as women do not realize what we are truly capable of in our own lives. Diana is confident and seems to be able to take on anything thrown at her, including a tank but when did we stop being wonder women? When did we stop believing that we could take on anything that is thrown at us?

It is as if our potential, our true identity has been hidden from us just like Diana’s true demi-god status was hidden from her. For me it was in elementary school. I was viciously bullied on a daily basis simply because my Mimi (that’s my grandmother) paid for me to go to private school and I lived in a trailer home. Literally, because my parents didn’t make the same amount of money as everyone else’s parents I was bullied. Its not like I really could have fixed that one. I learned that I did not fit in with “societal norms”. It did not help that I much preferred to dig for worms with the boys than play beauty parlor or house with the girls. So even at home I didn’t fit in where frills, lipstick and heels were the norm. From a young age I was introduced to society and how I did not fit into that box. Unlike some people I did not change for society but instead I seemed to buck against it even harder. If they didn’t want me then I didn’t want to be apart of them. I wish I could tell you that it didn’t hurt me but that is just not the case. Instead I built up a wall that no one could seem to climb. I trusted very few people and hated many. I lost my potential to trust and love because the society that I was surrounded by didn’t show me trust and love. It took me a very long time to heal but I did. I live for what God has for me now but it doesn’t make it right or sting less at times. What I have found is that often it gives me more compassion and will to right the wrongs I see.

To this day I still have allowed society to dictate how I see myself. You would have thought that I had learned my lesson the first time! I let them dictate whether I am a good mom, a good wife, how successful I am as a human being or my favorite how pretty I am.  This is absolutely ridiculous! They are not me! I was made with a purpose and my purpose certainly does not look like anyone else’s purpose. So why do we keep using these stupid (Little Miss would so be the word police for that one) societal rulers to say whether we are valuable or what our potential truly is? I mean it is like I have this ruler on the wall that I stand against every day. I stand against it like “Hmmm I wonder if I am as pretty as Gal Gadot today. Or as good of a mom as Kate Middleton today.” And you know the funny thing is I bet they have similar insecurities. I bet that somewhere they have a society ruler too. So I am changing what my ruler says about me.  My ruler now says “Beloved Daughter of God.  Devoted and loving wife. Nurturer and teacher of her children and she ROCKS at it.” Because y’all seriously I am tired of standing up to that societal ruler that says I am not good enough. I am tired of hating on myself because I missed the gym again or I yelled at my kids. I am tired of the guilt and the self hatred that comes with all the comparison. I am not using societies twisted ruler anymore. Now I am using God’s ruler and last time I checked the title at the top of His ruler for me was “Wonder Woman”.

So to all of my amazing wonder women out there. To all the women in the trenches of motherhood, marriage, single life, work life and all the other places you may be. Let me just say this YOU ARE LOVED! YOU ARE AMAZING! YOU ARE SMART! YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL! YOU ARE STRONG! AND YOU ARE A

WONDER WOMAN!!!!!

So gear up with your battle gear, tiara and don’t forget your lasso of truth and go out and fulfill your purpose! Y’all have a blessed week!

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Pick of the Week!

Hey y’all,

So I have been working on a couple of different little projects which I am super excited for y’all to see! Thrifting and upcycling are some of my favorite things but I also love to knit and crochet. So when they combine together I am on cloud nine! I just posted my latest creations for sale at The Red Picket Fence on Etsy. Go check them out! Anyway I love all my creations but I have found over the years that some mean a little more to me than others. I admit I play favorites. My pick of the week this week is one that I really hold dear because of what it stands for in my life. So without further ado I present “My Perfect Piece” Stitch Markers.

Pick of the Week “My Perfect Piece”

 

I seriously could not be happier with how these came out! As many know the puzzle piece has become a symbol for Autism awareness. Now I do not have a child who has Autism but I do work with quite a few kids in children’s church on Sundays. I am in no way an expert on the subject of Autism. I just know how those who have it have affected my life for the better. First and for most may I say to the parents of these kids that you are AMAZING!!!! You are absolute warriors! Your level of commitment to your children is absolutely awe inspiring! I applaud you on every level. Just imagine me slow clapping for you!

I think this piece means so much to me because  I have learned so much from each and everyone of these brave kiddos. Many times they are coming into my classroom, which is usually full of controlled chaos and mayhem, sometimes not so controlled, and having to adapt. This is often a challenge for them but they make it through. Sometimes well and sometimes not. Through interactions with these kids and families I have learned just how much the puzzle piece means and represents for these mighty kids.

The puzzle piece represents areas of my life that I needed to grow in and these warrior kiddos have helped me to do just that. First of all let me say that I love these kids who have Autism. Each and every one of them is so different even though they get put under the stigma blanket of Autism. They are individuals and have their strengths and weaknesses just like the rest of us. God has a plan for them that I believe is not despite their diagnosis but to include it. Often times children with Autism are extremely perceptive and see things in ways that most of us don’t which is beautiful and unique. However, I will be honest that before I worked with many of these kids I put them in a box of symptoms but now I see how special each one of them is and that they are not their diagnosis. Ignorance often will cause us to be blind to beauty.

Kids, in general, deserve for us to go the extra mile for them but especially if it means connecting on their level. I have a kid in my class who is on the spectrum. He usually sits in the back of our room, on the floor, with his special stuffies. He didn’t talk to me for SIX months when I first started working in children’s church at this church. This actually hurt my feelings because I have always had an easy time of connecting with kids. We are just naturally drawn to each other. So much so that usually at parties I’m playing with the kids. Who else is going to ask you what you third favorite color is? It is blue, by the way. Anyway October came around, which meant Superhero Sunday! This is our non-Halloween celebration during church. One of the things I do is dress up as a superhero for weeks in advance to advertise for this major event.

I will never forget one of the Sundays I went back into children’s church to get the kids excited about Superhero Sunday the next week. I had a blue leotard and big red cape on so I was kind of hard to miss! I mean I usually carry my cape with me but most the time I think it is a bit much for my casual look. I walked into the room and this boy locked his eyes on me. He NEVER even looked at me before. I made it to the front of the room and made my announcement and then he stood up in the back. I will never forget what he asked next “What is your name?” I told him Supergirl. A big smile came across his face as he said “Oh, hi, Supergirl. I like your cape.” JUST LIKE THAT I WAS IN!!! Now he talks to me without me having to be in costume. I learned that I had to push in and meet him where he was at instead of just giving up. I treasure the conversations and his opinion of my latest costume. He gets a big kick out of it as do most of the other kids.

Making these stitch markers reminded me of just how much I need these kids in my life. They keep me honest, grow my patience, and remind me to always strive to do the best I can to connect with each of them on an individual level, not just as a whole. So these stitch markers are for them, my perfect little missing pieces.

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Keepers of the garage sale

So garage sales are kind of a family tradition for our family. Some families do sports, some do scouts, we do garage sales. As soon as garage sale season starts we are in the car on the hunt for the coolest finds. It is something we do as a family, sometimes even date mornings with the hubs. Nothing says love like spending hours rummaging through other people’s stuff. We have gotten it down to an art form at this point. Usually we start on Thursday  searching through the facebook pages and craigslist sites for any postings for garage sales to get an idea of where we need to be for the most garage sale visitations. Saturday morning is the big day! While many parents are sitting through little league games and soccer matches we are loaded in the car with hours worth of snacks, music, lots of coffee and hopefully some extra patience. Today was a bit different for us though. The hubs and I are introverts believe it or not. The hubs had a really long week at work on top of keeping our life functioning since I was out of the game with a bum shoulder. Brocitis is no joke! Anyway he was spent after this week so I gave him the morning off. Our plan had been to go on our first garage sale hunt of the weekend. Now I was going solo! Why would I endure such a trial by myself with two littles in tow? I will tell you the biggest reason. Little Miss, our four year old extroverted ball of amazingness, was all geared up to go. She had been saving for this day! Yes it’s that big of a deal! So I could not dispoint her. Saturday came with Little Miss climbing in my bed at the butt crack of dawn to say “Mommy I’m so excited to go to garage sales today!” I definitely couldn’t say no now. So I packed lots of snacks, which as always included our reusable food pouches full of yogurt and applesauce, and an extra large cup of coffee or as I like to call it my patience juice. Then we were off! One big red car, two little kids and one praying mama. Honestly it was a pretty good time. Little Miss knows the ropes by now and Little Man is easy enough to stick in the stroller. Today Little Miss deemed the people in charge of the garage sales the Keepers of the garage sale. Every sale we went to she would ask me “Mama, who is the Keeper of the garage sale?” Once I pointed them out she would immediately go to say hi to them. I asked her  what her favorite part about going to garage sales. In extroverted fashion she answered ” Talking to the Keepers. They are so nice to me.”  Little Miss has learned that if she talks to the Keepers of the garage sale that she will usually get things given to her or for really cheap! It pays to be super cute and friendly! I told her that once her money was all out we would be done for the day….I did not take into account that most of the Keepers would be Givers! So here I sit with a car full of “finds”, a wired four year old with a full coin purse, an empty coffee cup, an exhausted Little Man and Mama and a new term of endearment for all those brave souls running the garage sale gauntlet! So to all the Keepers may your garage be emptier and your pockets fuller!