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Day Three of Sew-A-Palooza

Posted By on February 19, 2020

Doing a bit of head clearing here before getting back to the sewing machine for the third day of intense sewing.

I have gotten a lot done but still have a way to go. I am proud that I will have all my art show pieces done and one other puppet that is needed for this show. If I can get one of the two personal puppets, I will be happy but it’s not like I don’t have other puppets to play with. I think Constantine is going to go walkies.

By lunch I would like to have the simple puppets done and the child’s head done. By the evening I would like to be down to the hand sewing that I can do at bowling. 

Tomorrow will be all about getting ready for Farpoint. Cat/house sitter in place and everything else that needs to be done.

Friday is the convention and I am looking forward to seeing my friends and meeting new people. 

Once we are back, then I have another list that needs to be worked on.

But right now my sewing machine is calling my name (it’s a new feature) and I have yards of fabric to go before I sleep.

I am grateful for what I have gotten done.

Crafty Tuesday Working Hard

Posted By on February 18, 2020

Not much to say today. Working to get things done.

Photos I hope next Tuesday.

I am grateful for progress.

President’s Day 2020

Posted By on February 17, 2020

Or the day of mattress sales. And that was my impression of President’s Day when I was younger. That and I got the day off from school. 

It is the beginning of Caroline’s February break. She started it on Friday with a nap then went into the city to meet friends on Saturday and worked on her costume Sunday with video games today to start the day. She has plans for the week to end with Farpoint.

I have plans too. 

I am grateful for time.

RTBTCKI SUNDAY SUNDAY SUNDAY

Posted By on February 16, 2020

When I was a child, there would be these commercials for Monster Truck shows that were on Sunday. We knew this because of the triple yell throughout the commercial informing us that the show was on Sunday. 

For some reason this morning I had that ringing through my head.

This morning, because Fig was being a cranky-boots, feeding the cats was more of an adventure than it needed to be. I managed to get her off by herself with a plate of wet food allowing me to feed the others. Right now, they are napping in several places around the living room but Fig claimed the spots where Mewlan and Pheobe were moving them along to other places they don’t like as much. 

On my facebook page I was challenged to do a ten-day album cover challenge where I post ten album covers that influenced my taste in music. So far, I have posted Queen: Night at the Opera, The Beatles: Sargent Pepper, ELO: Out of the Blue, and the Reader’s Digest: Festival of Light Classical Music. The last one was my introduction to classical music and helped shape my love for it to this day. I find it funny that two covers are from what my parents listened to and two are from what I listened to.

My neck is doing that snap crackle pop thing I can feel through my entire skull. I can also feel something clicking as I roll my neck. I think I am going to go do my set of stretches that are suppose to help with this matter. I think part of this is the temperature change over the past couple of days.

Caroline is working on her first jacket on her own. I am being consulted about the directions, but she is doing this one on her own. I am so proud how she is coming into her own as a costumer. My mother helped me learn and now I am teaching her. At some point in the future, I figure she will teach her children. It’s the circle of sewing.

I have a ton of sewing ahead of me. There is a plan of attack. I will muster the little grey cells and execute it. I do need to go to the fabric store for a few things to have everything in place. I am going to start the more complicated and then switch to the simpler for a break. 

I am grateful for my sewing lineage. 

Mental Health: Imposter Syndrome and Self-Sabotage

Posted By on February 15, 2020

With very few exceptions, I think everyone deals with imposter syndrome at one time or another. Imposter syndrome is s a psychological pattern in which one doubts one’s accomplishments and has a persistent internalized fear of being exposed as a “fraud”. 

When I turned 18 my parents took me out for dinner to the Pleasant Peasant and we talked about all kinds of things. At one point my father talked to me about now legally being an adult and the duties and responsibilities there in. He said he would give me the secret about being an adult and he handed me a small gift. I opened it up and it was a Spock doll. He said the trick is that you are never going to feel that you are adult and there will be times you will wonder how you are getting away with this.

And he was right. I have continued to grow but the child I was is who I still am just with a lot more worldly experience. 

I have talk about how I didn’t feel like an artist just a crafter for years. I didn’t see what I did as art and calling it art make me feel like a fraud. I also written about how a fellow artist sat me down and made me see what I was doing was art. Since then I have used the title artist without feeling like I am fooling people.

One thing I have never had a doubt in my mind about is that I am a writer and storyteller. I have always been one and will always be one. That and puppets are two constants in my being and are part of my basic core. What is nice is that now I am a published author with a list of stories in various anthologies and some fanfic hidden on the net all well received.

Self-sabotage can go hand in hand with imposter syndrome. 

Self-sabotage is when behaviors create problems in daily life and interferes with long standing goals. The most common are procrastination, self-medicating with drugs or alcohol or food, and, in the more extreme, self-harm like cutting.

Procrastination can be a b*tch of a mistress. It can come out of fear or perfectionism or one of many other reasons. 

Sometimes it can feel like a total paralysis as one looks at the task and it is so overwhelming there seems no starting point or end point. One might plot and plan how to overcome the inertia but getting it started can be one heck of a mountain.

Other times it goes hand in hand with imposter syndrome where one does not believe in their abilities because they have just been fooling everyone anyway. They have just been skating by and they will be seen as the fraud they are.

It is very hard to break these patterns. It takes work and, in some cases, help in the forms of therapy or medication. One needs to form other habits or ways of looking at the problem to get rid of the bad habit that holds one back. 

There are no simple solutions but I think it is worth it to try to work to find ways around those sorts of patterns.

I have no great wisdom here. I know I am a procrastinator and have used self medication to calm my mind which did not have the desired effect. But I have worked hard to counter those bad habits. 

This week I am behind the 8 ball but it is a situation of my own making. I have a plan to get done what I want to get done. I procrastinated and am paying the price.

But I am in a better place than I have been in a long time and it does not seem impossible. I just have to start and continue forward momentum.

I am grateful for the help I have had over the years.