I had something super exciting happen the other day (Sunday) and I really wanted to share. See, it was all the result of what I saw as a little act of kindness on my part…
This is a bit long, so grab your beverage of choice and bear with me if you want to come along…
To start the story… I got involved in a spinning group several years ago, where you could take fiber from someone who didn’t spin and turn it into yarn for them in exchange for a portion of the fiber for yourself. I agreed to also dye the wool I got sent into two different colours for the lady. As time went by, I managed to get it done, it just took a bit longer than I originally expected and made sure to keep her updated on the status of the projects. When I was finally finished and ready to send her the yarn, I found she had unfriended me and was no longer in the group we originally met in. So I searched for her on FB and sent her a message that her yarn was ready and waited to hear from her. Months passed and while the little icon said she had read my message, I heard nothing back from her. After a year, I figured she wasn’t going to claim her yarns.
Enter some of my dad’s friends from online. He had been to visit them last summer in person and they had put him and mom up at their home for week while they were there. No money was allowed to be paid for food or lodging, just come and visit us. It was a kindness they hadn’t expected and have tried to do small things to send some of the kindness in return. The wife of the couple crochets in her down time and I thought it might be nice to send her one of the skeins of unclaimed yarn as a gift, just pay for shipping and I was cool. She was thrilled at the chance to receive it and was more than willing to cover shipping. When I checked in to be sure she had gotten her parcel, it turned out she had and both her and her husband were in love with my work. She paid for the shipping and added a little extra for me, a pleasant surprise I was happy to get. Her next message came back with “Did I happen to have anymore that she could actually buy from me please?”
Well, I had a suitcase full and some extra that I had set aside, that I was willing to sell and offered some group shot pictures to let her know what I had. Pictures were sent and she comes back with “I’ll take all the blue stuff right now please. How much do I owe you?” I was thrilled at the sale of these skeins of yarn all at once and was even willing to give her a deal. She wouldn’t take the discount and insisted on paying full price. Then her next message stunned me to the absolute limit of my expectations… “So let me know how much the cost is for the rest of the yarns and we can figure out a payment schedule that works for us both”
I asked her to clarify, just to be sure I had this right. This lovely lady was serious!! She absolutely wanted all my available hand-spun yarn, at full price plus whatever the shipping would cost. I was waiting for someone to pop up and yell “April Fools” or inform me that this was all a hoax. Nope, she was serious about it and wanted the lot… I was on cloud nine at this point, this was every artist’s dream and I was living it at this moment!!
She has set out a payment schedule to ensure I get the full amount over a decent amount of time and in the meanwhile, I will turn skeins into centre-pull balls for her to use without ending up with tangled messes… my way of thanking her for her patronage and major purchase. She works at a job during the day and feels that now she can come home to spend her off time crocheting with stuff that is better than what she can score at Wal-Mart… I am pleased to be able to fill her stash with my unique, hand-crafted yarns and now have lots of room to move forward with creating more hand-spun yarn to fill its place in *MY* stash for sale.
So from what I saw as a small, personal act of kindness came this blessing that has bloomed into my life and at a time I really needed it. This has not only brought a small and steady income for a few months, it has boosted my self-esteem in a big way too. I have been battling with several health issues of late and my drive to do things has slipped and as I had an every growing stash of things to sell and not many options to sell them, there was little incentive to change things until now.
This has proved to me once again, that if you can find the right person or audience, you will find someone who appreciates hand-crafted goods and willing to pay what it is worth.
It has also reminded me that random acts of kindness, given in the spirit of receiving nothing in return, can sometimes yield large and unexpected returns!!!
Be kind to each other folks…
I have been considering a service dog for many years now and recently tried applying to training centres that offered dogs that the fees were all or mostly covered. I have been turned down due to my case being too complex for them to provide a trained dog for me and they wouldn’t give me less than what I needed. This is totally fair, but that leaves me with no other option but to raise funds to for a dog where the fees aren’t covered. A well trained dog for my needs can start at $25,000.00 and go up to $40,000.00 or more. This is why I am hoping you, the public will help. Such a fee is absolutely reasonable, but beyond my means as I am on disability. I am currently working on applying to a training centre that feel they can help me, so I am taking the step to raise funds in the hope I am being proactive in my future!
For years I have known there where complicated things going on with me, but other than being diagnosed with a severe and slowly progressive form of Fibromyalgia, bad knees, crazy loose joints, no one could seem to determine exactly what was going on. Over time my mobility got worse and now I am in a wheelchair part-time, while trying to stay as mobile as I can on crutch and cane, I am still pretty unstable most days. Chronic general neuropathic & muscle pain, muscle spasms, chronic muscle tension, numbness and dizzy spells are common everyday things I deal with making applying for a service dog a valid reason to start with…
Recently my new family doctor came on board and started sending me to specialists and it was discovered that I have diabetes and also diagnosable psychiatric issues such as cPTSD, BPD/EID, and severe anxiety that makes going out in public on my own a very stressful effort just to consider, let alone do….
This is the beginning of my message for fund-raising money for a service dog… I paid the money to the doctor and the centre to apply for a dog that would be covered and was denied. I called another place and they won’t charge me to apply or interview, but the dog isn’t covered. They are certain they can help based on a half hour phone call, that it would be easy, just a matter of finding the right kind of dog, doing the training…. All I have to do is come up with the money to pay them for their time and efforts. Easy, right?? *Sigh* Not so much, after much stress and over-thinking, I am trying the crowd funding idea. If I can raise enough to get a dog, it would be the best gift for myself I could have…
Please consider donating or sharing my page and let’s see how far I can go to raise the money I need to actually get a dog.
The collection system was working better than expected and the tank had gotten full faster than they hoped.
Water had been the major concern for the last cycle, the surface water wasn’t collecting as the had foolishly thought it would, but the nightly rains were enough to sustain them, so they had rigged up the assortment of parts to create the gathering system, the series of pipes and tube, the large tank to hold it all and a gravitational filtration unit to ensure it was uncontaminated and safe to drink.
Everyone gathered to see the first ceremonial glass poured out…
Go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple site and use her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a 100 word story.
I have been a constant presence in some of the smartest clubs over the years, even held pride of place.
I have witnessed great men gather; kings of commerce, political giants, lords and dukes even. Heard them discuss great things, secret things, important things. I have been entrusted to silently hold witness to the moving, the shaking and the parties held in their back rooms.
When the owner of the last club died, his family took me in and I was so grateful I wasn’t cast aside as so many of my compatriots had been.
My great days are gone…
Go to Rochelle’s Addicted To Purple Blog, and use her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a complete 100 word story.
So I showed my friend her Cowl [that I wrote about on my Handmade Gifts post], that I had knit up for her and she was amazed at the work and all, but it turned out she really wanted something more in the line of a scarf than a cowl, so over-riding her protests, I ripped it all back to loose yarn, balled it all back up and started over with a different pattern idea. So far she is happy with my plan and we shall move a bit more slowly to ensure she is on board with any changes or final stages before finishing it off. I want her to be VERY happy with the final item and I don’t care how long it takes to get right, but hopefully sometime this winter so she has a chance to wear it. 😉
Mom’s vest continues to be a work in progress… The bloody thing weighs more than expected and it is a work-out hauling that thing around in my lap to get seams and ends dealt with. Once mom had a real chance to take a look as the final pieces, she requested that the pockets be wider than they were long, please. So they are getting ripped out and knit again so they are the right way around. Then they need to be sewn on the vest and the whole thing washed and blocked to settle all the seams and such. Hopefully things will be done soon so she can actually have the vest to wear.
I went out Thursday to a regular appointment and got stuck in the snow 5 times. The first 3 times I managed to wiggle and work my way out of the jam, but the last two times were just beyond me and the chair. The 4th jam up was near where son works, so I made a call to ask him if he might get of work out long enough to help me, he asked me were I was and then all I heard him say was he was on his way and a click. I can’t begin to tell y’all how bloody much I love that boy of mine!!! While waiting for son to come rescue me, three older teen boys, immigrants from some African country, suddenly came up and started to work on getting me free from the snow. They spoke English, but didn’t stop to ask if I needed help, they just stepped in and helped, suddenly I was free and moving on my own again. I thanked them and they took off to get back to what they were doing, all I could think was how grateful I was for their help. Thinking to get to the corner where things looked clear and meet up with son, I got not 100 yards down that same sidewalk and I was jammed again! All this snow that looked packed down was, in reality, really loose in some areas and this kept causing my wheels to get jammed. Good thing son was on his way, by then I am really tired, sore and running out of energy. Son arrives, gets me broken loose once more and delivers me to my appointment. From then on I take only the roads and the cars can crawl behind me for all I care. Don’t like it, shovel your damn sidewalks properly!! My last 2 jam-ups happened on sidewalks belonging to the Big Mall’s property, which they sort of cleared enough for able-bodies people to manage to get through… buggers!
Speaking of clearing up the snow, son was attempting to dig me out from the pile the snowplow left in my parking spot and the walkway in front of it, when the plow tried to bury him in yet another load of the white shit it was clearing off of the parking lot in my co-op. I had to go out and have word with the operator and tell him that I didn’t care what anyone told him, this area had been maxed out for the dumping of snow and he was now blocking wheelchair access. My son was having to dig me out so I could get out, not just for any daily access, but in case of an emergency and I didn’t give a damn where else he put the bloody snow, as long as he didn’t put anymore of it there. Now with the plus temps we have been getting the past few days, the snow has melted off some, but I will still be ripping the snow removal guys a new one if they pile snow up next me like that again.
I have had fun cooking lately… I made Gramma Ladybug’s recipe for homemade Hot & Sour soup and tried making green onion pancakes from a recipe I found on the internet for supper Friday night. The soup was easy, but the pancakes didn’t quite work out as I had hoped. They were good and edible, but didn’t have the flakiness they are supposed to have. Then last night I used some online inspiration and my kitchen-witch powers and whipped up a meal of Curried Pasta and Asian Flair Pork Burgers with Ginger Caramelized Onions that was all my own in the end. Got smart and wrote things down ASAP so I have my recipes available to make these yummy dishes again [I might share the recipes if anyone is actually interested]. The kids were super thrilled with both meals and happily ate well both nights. *wink*
All this activity has pushed me physically, so of course I am sore and hurting, but some meds and my stubborn attitude are keeping my going. Working at little bits every day gets things done, whether it is cooking, knitting, working with my fibre, spinning, cleaning or tidying up, I try to do at least one thing that I can count as an accomplishment… even if it is just getting out of bed that day!
Hey, I can now count this blog as something else I’ve done today… I’m doing good…