New hat just listed in my Etsy shop! Winter IS coming!

A few weeks ago I launched a rescue mission the Tuesday after Labor Day. Over the long weekend, my daughter and son-in-law2b hired a couple to bring them up from Kentucky to where I live in the suburbs of Chicago. Well, the car blew a tire on the expressway and the towing/ repair shop would not take a debit card over the phone. Neither would the motel. So, after using all of the cash they had, got the tire fixed and it blew 1 mile up the road. What??!! You can’t make this stuff up! They reversed all the way back to the shop! They repaired it again. No charge. I think that they should have refunded the $75 they paid. Period. 
I told them just to go back to Mayfield (KY) and I would figure something out. My daughter is expecting and was 28 weeks at that point. So, I as a momma, rented a car and went and got them. It was 8 hrs down. Not counting when I got very lost trying to find them because if you got off the main road, the GPS stops working and no phone service either! I asked a very nice man (at a stop sign in the backwoods of Kentucky) how to get to that main road. 

“Ma’am, you ARE lost” (me: uh, yes. Smh๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ).  “You stay on this road. It’s very curvy! (Duh, I have been on it for only 1/2 hr.! ๐Ÿ’ญ)  “…cross 303. And go till you get to 121 and turn right! That will git you back ta Mayfield. ( ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ

So 1/2 hr or so later, I found CVS across from the courthouse. And the police station ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿ˜‚ I told my daughter that I was found!! She had called me so many times and I had no phone service! So she was freaking out! 

They are well. We all have recuperated! Especially me because I had to drive all but 2 1/2 hours back with no sleep and I couldn’t sleep when we got home until night! I was punch drunk being awake for like 36 hours or so! 

Now back to handicrafts!

This is a blanket I made for my granddaughter ๐Ÿ’•

My first dream catcher sold to my Instagram friend Reesa Majesta โ™ฅ๏ธ

Newborn photo prop crown for my granddaughter ๐Ÿ’•

My first KNIT baby hat for the PURPLE crying period drive. Teaching new parents that newborns cry a. lot. Never ever ever SHAKE a baby! ๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ‘ถ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ

More soon! 

Sale at my Etsy shop 20% off through September ONLY! 

May God bless you all richly. Seek Him while He may be found. 

CabinCrochetCreation’s shop on Etsy

Flash Sale! See Instagram @cabin.crochetcreations by TanyaJoy

New Developments All The Way Around!ย 

First of all I have “Dory Hair”. I want to remind myself to “just keep swimming “! Both literally ๐ŸŠ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ and metaphorically! 

And my latest completed project! Made with @darngoodyarn ๐Ÿ’™

And now for the BIG news! 

My daughter (who is expecting my granddaughter in late November) and my granddaughters daddy are moving in with me!  The above picture is the blanket pattern by @life.and.yarn that I was fortunately able to test! (It still doesn’t have the tassels!)

Above is the crocheted bonnet I made her as well! ๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ‘ถ๐Ÿป

This is what I did all of August! And had a job interview for an RN position.

Thank you for visiting my blog! 

My Instagram is busier! @cabin.crochet.creations

Even my Facebook by TanyaJoy 


And Then There Were 4!

I had a great weekend with my husband! He was off of work for 2 whole days when I was with him. And I brought the kitties home with me! One was a cat my hubby gave me for Valentines Day in 2010? We have had to be separated for 6 years to allow each of us to deal with our each individual issues. But now I get him, KitKat back! 

He was just starting to come out from hiding yesterday evening. The other kitty, Tux, was a gift to my hubby for Christmas from his kids. He was intended as a companion for KitKat who lost a sweet cat house mate, Smoky Joe.

Tux! I already had Rosie who I got from a neighbor.

She is supervising! I haven’t seen Daisy yet. Last I saw her she was hissing, spitting, and tried to bite me! 

In calmer days! 

Follow me on Instagram @cabin.crochet.creations to keep up with my crochet and everyday antics!

Babys on the Brain

The big news July 6 was that my daughter is going to have a girl in November! 

So, I am am going to be Grandma, Gramma, Mem-mah, Granny, etc. I started by making her a dress!

And a bonnet! Then I realized that this child is going to be born in late November! In Kentucky! (It does get cold there! It’s the mid-south not the Deep South!)

I am currently testing a pattern for @life.and.yarn for a sweet baby blanket!

But before I got very far, I had an order for this sheep!

But the last time my daughter visited, she wanted him! For the baby! What’s a grandma to do? 

So, I had to make a brand new one.

I think she got a better deal. I priced the first one low because I thought he was funny looking! The second one is much better and I would have priced him higher. Pattern is by Kristi Tulles. @kristitulles on Instagram.
I have made friends with Magjesta of @majesta_M_metals also on Instagram. I purchased a diffuser bracelet and some highly concentrated lavender oil. 

And she sent along my favorite crystal necklace. It’s the Aqua Aura crystal. So, she just wanted me to send her something for a baby shower! For a Boy! I have been busy creating that! I don’t feel right publishing pictures before it gets to it’s new home. I will next time. I have made other friends on Instagram. Gems by Em(ily) @gemsbyem 

I also have found a wonderful artist Melissa Solecki  @alifelivedmessy. I was able to get a shirt made from one of her drawings. 

I have met a all natural soap maker: by winning a pick from her shop and a natboo bamboo toothbrush! I chose Ebony and Ivory a charcoal acne soap. Even though I turned 50 I still have acne. I tried coconut oil and baking soda but it was too greasy. The soap from @valenanaturals so far is the best soap I have used. My breakouts are minimal and the older blemishes are healing. It feels very healthy. 

I also have changed how and what I am eating. Fresh fruits, greens , local honey, organic non-gmo real nutritious foods to feed my brain. I will devote an entire post to this. I was able to get a free pass to my local recreation center and I have started swimming again after at least 33 years (closer to 35 years). But being on swim team in St Charles, Illinois in the 1980’s, meant working hard. If not in the pool, then on weights. Nautilus was just emerging. So when I got into the pool and started swimming laps, it all came back to me.

I am strengthening my back so I never injure it like I did in May!! I am swimming my way into more balanced mental health.

Pictures of the boy baby shower gift and more on nutrition for mental health benefits and my granddaughter coming soon to a blog near you!

My Story as Written for Hope4theWarrior

I started writing my story when I first started this blog in order to explain why crochet and knitting is SO important to me. The bottom line is that it is a great coping skill for my severe anxiety, panic attacks and deep dark clinical depression. I couldn’t have done it without Jesus. I call Him Yeshua because that is what people called Him when He walked the earth in His “skin suit”. or on Instagram: @hope4thewarrior asked me to tell my story/ write out my testimony. I decided to publish what I have written so far, here for you!! But first a picture of my latest creations! These are my 100% cotton knitted washcloths and crocheted flower face scrubbies. If you are interested in either set, DM me on Instagram @cabin.crochet.creations

I have been asked by @hope4thewarrior to tell you about myself. I am a 50 year old, mother of 2 (almost a grandmother). I am a RN (registered nurse) who has been on a 6 year hiatus. I am a yarn artist. And I have a mental health diagnosis. Now back in 1984, things were a lot different than now. That is when I graduated high school. June 1, 1984 I was 17 years old. The arrogant (scared), manipulative (lying), calculating dreamer had been inside me forever but I really never acted on the fantasy. Something happened when I was 14 and was a rock to my life of walking on eggshells. I didnโ€™t know that I would be walking on those proverbial eggshells for 30 more years.

In June of 1984ย  my mom married my step-dad. At the time, I was very loyal to my father whom my mother divorced when I was 15. She filed for divorce when I was 14. That year between when it was filed and when it was finalized was a very turbulent year. AND I had hit puberty. I was rebellious with a capital โ€œRโ€. I wasnโ€™t rebelling for rebellions sake though. My heart hurt so badly. To see my mom and my dad whom I loved; both hurting each other, was tremendously hard to understand. Then 2 years later, my mom is marrying someone who is NOT my father. (I had no idea about the adults lives that didnโ€™t have to do with me or my sister). Then in August, I went away to ISU (Illinois State University) in Normal.

Part 2:

Now the story is going to get pretty hairy so I want you to know that the only thing that saved my blessed assurance, was : Praying Grandparents! My momโ€™s father was a minister of the gospel before you had to go to seminary. When I was in my teens, Grandma and Grandpa were missionaries to Haiti in the Free Methodist Church.

My other grandparents, my Dadโ€™s parents, were super special because I was able to see them more often because they lived in Iowa. But they were originally in southern Minnesota. Yes, I am a proud Norwegian! My Grandma was up with the birds. She loved to read her Bible and pray in her garden with the birds. There is a reason she lived so long because Jesus knew I was going to need a lot of prayer. In the summer and Christmas break I sang with her at her piano. I was a vocal performance major in 1984 at ISU and she was super happy. I sang a solo at her church the summer before I started college. Because of my parents divorce, I had to fly with my little sister to a small airport in the town where they lived but we had to fly in on a 10 seat commuter plane.

Can I tell you about my Dad? My Dad is the middle son of my Norwegein Grandpa and my German Grandmother. When I grew up, my Dad taught at College of DuPage. Biology and Botany. I had a microscope when I was 4 years old. Gives you a little clue as to why I became a nurse. But I am getting ahead of myself. When I was in 5th grade we moved from Wheaton to Iowa City, Iowa because he needed to take the course work for his Ph. D. the hardest part is writing the book, they call a โ€œDissertationโ€. He got it in Science Education. After the year of course work we moved to St. Charles, IL where I went to 6th grade through 12th. And where my parents divorced.

Ok, now we are back to 1984. Curious, the book 1984 by George Orwell was about some strange times. So, I was a vocal performance major in the fall of 1984. I went to Illinois State University (where later my Dad was a Science Education Professor!). Everything fits together. It is a strange tapestry that God weaves of our life. Even if we are struggling, if someone is praying for you you will make it out. I have to tell you that 1984 was a very traumatic year for me. My heart hurt because of my parents divorce, my promiscuity, drinking and partying was the only way I could treat the pain. I had been in Youth for Christ and was โ€œsavedโ€ (I prayed the little prayer=saved) And it didnโ€™t miraculously โ€œchangeโ€ me. So, I did what I could but at ISU, the classes were hard, and I was doing some partying. I lived in Watterson Towers and it was a crazy system where the elevator stopped on the middle floor of a set of 5 floors that were named, houses. They were all of the Presidents names. So I lived on the 3 rd floor of the house (canโ€™t remember itโ€™s name!!) when I got on or off the elevator, I still had to walk down a floor to get on the elevator. I felt like a mouse in a trap. There were 2 towers with these sets of floors and the 4 elevators were for BOTH of the towers. I had panic attacks about school, about being safe, what if there was a fire? One November day I just couldnโ€™t take it anymore!!! Everything hurt. My heart, my skin, my muscles, my soul and probably my spirit, too. I cut on my wrists, trying to kill myself. I spent 6 months in the psychiatric floor of the local hospital in Normal, IL. I am not kidding you! I went nuts in Normal, IL!!

Normal is actually the term for a college that teaches teachers from the 1800โ€™s. My Dad got a Ph. D. in teaching teachers how to teach science.


More to follow…

Brie’s Lamb

I made this lamb for my bff, Brie! She is moving July 1. Brie and I have been best friends since 2013. We shared an apartment from October 2014 to July 1 2016. (If you want to know about that scroll back and you can read about that whole story in painful real time!) I now live just below her in an awesome 112 year old 7 unit apartment building ( with a quirky but kind landlord but that is an entirely different story!)

Brie and I both have mental health diagnosis. When we moved into this building together into unit 5 in the fall of 2014 we were moving out of housing provided by Thresholds of Mchenry county. Thresholds is a psycho-social rehabilitation agency for people who have a mental health diagnosis. I am not going to give you our diagnosis because it doesn’t matter. Those are only labels for a cluster of brain functioning disorders. That mainstream big money; big pharma; DSM-5, DSM-4, DSM-3; mental health industry and don’t get me started on the insurance situation!  Anyway, it is a big deal that Brie is moving. She tells me that I am her “safe space”. (Not in those words,  but for lack of a better term.) I am not a naturally confrontational person. I am an outgoing (manipulative) people pleaser. I had to learn how to be assertive and set/ keep boundaries. To express my feelings after I have analyzed them thoroughly. Crochet and knitting increased my self-esteem enough that I could protect myself! (That I thought I was worth defending!) Brie and I dug into the Word. I kept crocheting and listening to Bible scholars and sharing it with her. So, Brie met a man. At church. Who is “a male Tanya”. Tee hee hee ๐Ÿ˜œ She is moving to share an apartment with him. (Don’t judge. 2 bedrooms) 

Any big disruption in routine or big changes are a dangerous time for those of us who have a brain function disruption.

I highly recommend Aspen Morrow’s book Med Free Bipolar.

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