My Dad and I went to Paducah, Kentucky to visit my daughter May 16 through May 19, 2016. She has just turned 21 at the end of March. Oh, I was so blessed to see her! There is some family stuff that I am not at liberty to share at this point. When I continue my story this piece will be revealed at that time. Just suffice it to say that we hadn’t seen each other for over 5 years. She cried and I cried as she hugged on my neck. My Dad was so funny. Every time we started crying her always cracked a joke so that the emotional tension would be relieved.
We accomplished a lot while we were there but there is more that needs to be done. She doesn’t have a car so getting to other parts of the city are hard to get to because you have to use the expressway to get, for instance to the downtown area. I guess there is a bus system but my daughter doesn’t use it. Since she doesn’t have a car, we did errands for her. We took her to a laundromat to do her laundry. It is a challenge to get to a grocery store so we took her grocery shopping. My Dad even bought her a lovely set of curtains for her front window. My Dad is 79 years old and climbed up on a chair to put up the curtains! He is such a blessing.
There wasn’t any room for both of us to spend the night. Dad went to a local motel and I slept on the couch. Daughter and I had a wonderful time enjoying our evening that we had together. I even made her a little lamb amigurumi animal. Unfortunately I didn’t take any pictures of it.
If you would like to contact me to create a custom doll or animal for you or a loved one, e-mail me at Tanya@cabincrochetcreations.com or call at 815-345-7852. This is the doll that I made for my daughter’s birthday. She also has on the “deer” hat I made her. The color of the dolls hair is exactly the color hers was before she colored her hair! May you be blessed!
First, I would like to give you my new phone number: 815-345-7852. Please call for any orders of my crochet goods! Custom orders encouraged!!
As you know I have been telling you my story. I have only gotten to the part where my daughter was born. That was 21 years ago. I started telling my story because I wanted to give you background on why it was such an amazing thing when I discovered crochet. You see, I struggle with a mental health diagnosis. As I look back, I started having depression when I was about 9 years old. I have talked with my Dad about it and he shared that there were problems between my Mom and him during that time. I was unaware of this because my parents did not include the children in adult discussions.
When I was in High School, I struggled with very low self esteem. I was not accepted by the “popular” people. I found a niche though in “the Music Hall”. This included kids who were in band, choir, chorale, orchestra and drama. We were known for our amazing productions. The staff were responsible for teaching all of us to maximize our potential. The amazing productions were the result. I dropped out of swim team mainly because of the girls who tormented me. I had not continued band into high school because I was terrible! I loved to sing and became quite good at it. So good that I continued with Vocal Performance at Illinois State University after I graduated from High School.
This is where things turned for the worse. I had graduated at 17 years old and really was not mature enough to handle college life but I did not know that then. The Vocal Performance major was so strenuous that I compare it to the “pre-med weed out”. This is where kids who are in the pre-medical program at college are thrown into a heavy course load with lots of very challenging classes. This is so the “weaker” students will fail out or choose another major early on. I feel that they were doing the same thing to kids who wanted to perform for a living. I felt really terrible about myself and even though I wasn’t a great scholar in High School (I never studied), I was failing miserably. I did not know how to study. I didn’t even want to study.
I became very depressed, even though I didn’t know at that time what is was called. As I explained in “My Story Part 1”, I tried to kill myself by cutting my wrists. I ended up in the hospital, in Normal Illinois! (Ha, ha, ha). That led me to be transferred to Chicago after 6 months to a longer term hospital. I was diagnosed at that time with Atypical Depression, with Panic Attacks. That is a misdiagnosis. I wasn’t even diagnosed correctly until 2008 when a psychiatrist in Rochester, NY diagnosed me with Bipolar Type II. Now they took that diagnosis out of the DSM -V (5). I do not have the same symptoms as Bipolar Type I so to lump I and II together under the same diagnosis is ridiculous. It ids like lumping all children under the same heading instead of dividing them up into boys and girls. (I am not even going to get into a discussion about transgender at this point). The point is that this has been a very long road for me. I am doing the best that I ever have been. Crochet has helped me so much.
I have joined the movement #End The Stigma because no one would know if I didn’t tell them that I have been labeled with a mental health diagnosis. May is Mental Health Awareness month.
I will pick up with more of my story in chronological order in subsequent posts. Tomorrows post is going to be about my trip to see my daughter and pictures!! May the Lord bless you all richly. XOXO
I am now home from my trip to see my daughter. I will tell you about it in another blog post. I want to share with you the pictures from the fair I was at on Sunday May, 15, 2016. There were so many people but that did not translate to sales for me, unfortunately. A lot of people admired my handiwork. Here is the table that I had at “The Grab Bag” at “Fair Diddley”. If you see something you would like to purchase, e-mail me at Tanya@cabincrochetcreations.com!
I wanted to let you know that I am going on a trip to see my daughter in another state. She doesn’t have internet at her home and I don’t have a smart phone. You will have to wait to see the pictures from The Grab Bag at Fair Diddely yesterday. There were so many people! So, Blessings to you all and I will see you when I get back!
Here are some of the things I have made recently. I will continue with my story after the next craft fair. I will be at the “Grab Bag” in Mixn’ Mingle during “Fair Diddley” on the square in Woodstock, Illinois Sunday, May 15, 2016. All of these animals are available for purchase or I can make you one of your own! Please contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
The top picture is “Christina the Ballerina”. She is a cute little mouse in a pink ballet costume.
Both of these bears were made from the same pattern. One is made with a thinner yarn and the other with worsted weight yarn. As you can see, the thicker the yarn, the bigger the bear!!
Here is a fat cardinal. I crocheted him with “eyelash” yarn. I have been given some unique specialty yarn and this is the first thing I made with one of them.
I got pregnant when Baby was almost 3 years old. I had been working at a sweet food store in the Mall. I had advanced to an Assistant manager and another store recruited me to be the Manager of a retail store that sold hair care products! I worked at this store for about a year and then left because I was expecting Baby 2. When I was expecting Baby 1, I did what a lot of women do. I ate whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted and gained 75 pounds! Well Baby was only 8 pounds 8 ounces, so I had A LOT of weight to lose! I became pregnant with #2 when I was 5 pounds away from my pre-pregnancy weight. So, I ate very healthy, drank gallons of water and skim milk instead of 2 %. I found a pregnancy exercise tape and did that 3 times a week. For all my efforts I still gained exactly 75 pounds! I guess my body needed the weight for Baby!? When Baby 1 was three and a half years old, I went into labor with Baby 2. At the hospital they hooked me up to a monitor and they said I was in very early labor. The monitor was not picking up the contractions. They kept saying that the contractions were not very strong. The nurses said they didn’t think I was in labor. They did a test to see if my water was leaking not completely broken and that convinced them reluctantly, that I was in labor. Suddenly my water broke! After a while, the nurses checked my dilation and it was only about 1/2 inch. In about 12 hours it still hadn’t budged. After 8 more hours they decided that they would start Pitocin, a medication to increase the strength of the contractions. To me they were plenty strong! That stupid monitor! What was wrong?? I was on it for quite a while, maybe 12 more hours. The doctor checked me and I was still only dilated 1/2 inch. He decided that they would discontinue the Pitocin, give me a sleeping pill, send Husband home and restart the medication in the morning. So, they administered the sleeping pill and a little while later checked my dilation (be I was NOT sleeping!!) and it was at 7 inches! You give birth at 10 inches! It was about 11:15 pm and after they wheeled me into the delivery room, there was not a doctor around to deliver my baby! They called the doctor and Husband to tell them to come immediately. The nurses were literally holding my baby in!! The nurses called the Resident-On-Call and she delivered my beautiful Baby Girl. Shortly after Husband came in the door and then the doctor arrived. I find it funny that the father got to the hospital before the doctor! The next morning they woke me early to sign a consent form. They needed my permission to insert an IV because she had gone septic because my water had been broken for 52 hours and they did not do a C-section. My beautiful Baby Girl was a very sick little girl. They gave her amoxicillin, gentamicin and vancomycin. There is a risk of deafness with the anibiotics. After a week of this treatment she was well enough to come home.
To be continued…