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Wednesday
Jul082015

Saving for a Sailboat | Our Fund-o-Metre

I was so happy to read Eric's latest blog post about wanting to buy another boat, because we do, and it was wonderful to read his view on the subject.

People frequently ask us, "so when are you going to buy another boat?" As if boats were just something you picked up at Starbucks when you were feeling parched.

Inspecting a boat for a friend in Oceana who didn't want to fly over unless the boat was worth it.

Boats must be considered very carefully. And when you finally have even an idea of what kind of boat you want, well, you still have to find it. There are not millions of boats out there, like the car lots you drive past day-in-and-day-out. Finding the right boat for you could take as much time as trying to have a baby. You could get pregnant on your first attempt, or it could take months, YEARS even, until it all materializes. And when you do find "the one," don't forget that it may be at a marina in Croatia or something. Yes, somewhere very, very far away. It'll need to pass a survey, be in general good shape, blah blah blah. Buying a boat is not an easy thing to do.

And let's not forget the cost. Boats are a lot more pricey than a soy latte.

Are they cheaper than buying a home? Well, as far as San Diego home prices go, yes.

We are saving. We are waiting.

People ask if we are "boat shopping." Resoundingly, I say NO.

I hate window shopping. What is the point of looking when you can't buy? And we cannot buy. So we wait. We save. We focus on the wonderful life we have in front of us right now, and we keep saving, and keep waiting. See the theme here?

I had the idea of drawing a little fundraising thermometer and posting it on our living room wall. I thought a daily, visual reminder of our saving efforts would be effectual. I tried to hand draw something, but I'm no artist, and when I looked at all the cheesy graphics available online I became discouraged. I wanted something original, something inspiring to keep us motivated. A piece of art, that we'd relish looking at, so I decided to call in the big guns and get an actual artist to design something for us. 

And yes, I get the irony of spending money when you are trying to save money. But you need to pay artists for their work, and saving for a boat is a massive undertaking. It was worth the cost to have something that would keep us focused on the end game.

Enter the Australian cartoonist, Sarah Steenland.

She and her family are currently sailing around the world on their 41' sailboat, Sea Monkey.

She tells stories with cartoons (similar to The Oatmeal). One of my favorite cartoons of Sarah's is entitled Back in 'Nam.

Also, 12 Reasons Why I Love Sailing.

And if you keep reading that one, you'll run smack dab into 10 of the Most Annoying things about Sailing too:

I told Sarah my idea and asked if I could hire her to design something inspiring. She said yes!! And then she drew me this and I fell in love.

See it up there? Top, right. All framed and fancy? 

Here, let me show you a close up.

GENIUS, RIGHT? I'm just gonna pause for a moment and let you soak in the sheer radness of it all.

:::::::::::::::::::::::: PAUSING ::::::::::::::::::::::::

I mean, look at that cocktail I'm holding! And Eric with his spear gun. Hahahaaha. Cora squealed when she saw she was the 'super hero' on top of the mast, and Lyra goes, "that's me, that's me!" every time we talk about it.

Yes, this is our very own Fund-o-metre. I went with the British English spelling (versus "meter") because Sarah is Australian and 'metre' looks fancy, right? Sure it does!

I call it our Fund-o-metre. Pronunciation: fund-ahh-ma-ter.

Eric calls it our Fund-o-meter. Pronunciation: fund-O-meeter.

Cora just keeps asking why the line on the mast isn't going up any faster.

This line I mean:

We divided the mast into measurable goals for the amount we are saving for and I've used washi tape to show our progress. Cora is learning that goals can take time. Part of saving for a goal like this is not spending. The two go hand in hand. When we go shopping we talk about what our budget is for the store we are going into. We discuss in advance that the girls aren't going to get a toy or a coloring book just because they have a Frozen character on them or because they "want" them. Our family is on a budget and we are saving for something important. We involve the girls in these discussions so they'll understand young the importance of fiscal responsibility.

Oh, and I'm sure you've noticed that this new Rebel Heart 2 is a catamaran, because we are fairly certain that a catamaran is what we'll get. We'll see. For now, we are leaning towards a cat.

If you are also saving for a boat, you can get one of these custom fund-o-metres at Sarah's online shop. She can do a monohull image too, of course! Sarah is a freelance cartoonist and is available for a multitude of design work. Her direct website is: www.SarahSteenland.com 

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Happy sailing, and happy saving!

Friday
Jul032015

1 Second Everyday | Kaufmans in June 2015

Via the 1 Second Everyday App. (Everyday is spelled that way purposefully, as explained by the app here. Check it out!)

Monday
Jun292015

I Didn't Set Out to Write about Depression

This weekend I set out to organize the last part of the house I had yet to tackle, all my sewing and work supplies. I've been doing technical writing as a part-time job over the last six months and have not taken a lot of sewing work. I recently picked up a few custom jobs this summer and now I have my writing, my sewing, and two little kids to care for.

In other words, I'm pretty busy. Having my tools and supplies out of sorts has been a hindrance because I need to work smart and manage my time. Rummaging around for what I need is not optional.

It took me a day and a half to bring it all to heel. I started snapping photos of the organizational wonder that began to emerge. What I saw in the photos was a blissful order and what I realized I was sitting down to write was actually a post about relief.

For the last five months I have been dealing with a serious round of depression and anxiety. 

Cora took this photo of me in February.

This is an accurate representation of how I felt at the time. Blurry. Foggy.

I didn't realize I was spiraling downward in February but looking back it should have been obvious. January was the first anniversary of re-posting the article about my father. It was traumatic to post it last year and  it was just as traumatic this year too. Months after re-posting it I was in my therapist's office trying to dissect why I was depressed again and she gently explained that I was re-visiting the trauma over and over every time I had to look at that article.

I can only be so strong. I will leave the article up so it can serve as the warning and Public Service Announcement that it is, but I don't think I'll have the emotional energy to re-post it every year. Justice probably will never be served. I have to move on.

Of course January was not the only 'first anniversary' that visited me this year. April had one too.

As the date of the loss of Rebel Heart approached I could feel the anxiety welling inside me. I began to re-live every day of the trip prep, of the passage, of the two weeks of madness that really swirled around the entire event. The time came and went but by April I was deeply ensconced in a maddening circle of depression and anxiety.

March was the worst of it.

Me in March 2015.

Can you tell I'm depressed in that photo? I can always see it in my pictures.

It is even worse when I look in the mirror: the face that looks back at me is a passive mask. The hair, limp and unattractive. The skin dull. My eyes flat pools. I retreat from friends. I hide at home. It is apparent that every person I meet must see how I'm feeling, apparent to me at least. I imagine they notice in the same way as if my arm were in a cast or my face bruised and swollen. They must see the giant neon arrow bearing down at my skull blaring to everyone the way I feel, "DO YOU SEE?" it screams, bouncing angrily off my skull. "YOU CAN SEE IT IN HER, RIGHT?"

I went to two psychiatrists. The second one is now my official psychiatrist. I have a therapist and a psychiatrist. How avant-garde, no? Actually what is avant-garde is that I'm talking about it. There is still so much stigma surrounding mental illness. As my doctor and then my psychiatrists switched first my meds and then their amounts, I railed against the changes to Eric. I too, fall victim to the stigma.

"This means I'm weak."

"I should be able to pull myself out of this."

"I don't want to be crazy."

"Why can't I feel happy?"

"I'll be on meds for the rest of my life!"

"I don't want to tell the girls. What if Cora tells someone that 'Mommy's brain is sick?'"

There was no denying, however the physical symptoms. Climbing stairs was a monumental effort. Walking around felt as if two giant hands were pushing down on my shoulders, curling my body forward under their weight. My eyelids were tired.  

I couldn't focus on my work, or on reading. I couldn't write. That really stung.

The girls seemed to talk to me from the end of a tunnel. Seeing friends, and pretending to be "normal" was excruciating. It almost always ended in panic attacks by the time I could get back home, or even just back to the car. I'd be hyperventilating as I buckled the girls into their seat belts, my hands shaking as I buckled my own. And so I stopped driving anywhere with the girls at all. When I realized I was basically imprisoned in my own home from the disease I acquiesced to the med changes. I couldn't live like that anymore.

As the meds started to help, I was able to think clearly enough to realize how very little I knew about depression and mental illness.  I regained the mental energy to read again and I discovered The Noonday Demon, an Atlas of Depression, by Andrew Solomon.

It changed my life.

Night after night I kept interrupting Eric's own reading to share passages from the book. He patiently listened to me every time I read.

I was going to quote some of my favorite passages from the book, but my Kindle died half way through reading it and I lost all my notes and bookmarks from the first half. C'est la vie.

Cliff notes? I learned I am not alone. I discovered that parts of me that I thought were simply "the way I am" are reflected in others who experience depression and anxiety. I was aghast at this revelation. There was a tinge of horror to it, to realize others had these same needling thoughts, but mostly I felt overwhelming relief. There was a name for so many things in my life.

Mr. Solomon, if you ever read this post, thank you from the bottom of my heart for writing that book.

This photo was taken mid-April. At this point I knew we had found the right dosage for my meds and that I was going to be all right.

It is also astonishing but true that no matter what you say about your depression, people don't really believe you unless you seem acutely depressed as they look at and talk to you. - Andrew Solomon, The Noonday Demon [emphasis added]

By mid-June I was doing this again. Taking photos of the food I was preparing for my family and sharing it on social media. This photo equals energy, motivation, and a drive for social interaction.

All good things.

All Charlotte things. 

I have been socializing.

I have been exercising.

And I have been creating.

The relief I feel to know I've pulled out of the last few months is immense. I will be dealing with depression and anxiety for the rest of my life. I'll be on meds for the rest of my life. And that is okay. I have learned so much more about myself over these last five months. I know now that I'm not alone. I have more support and more tools in my arsenal for beating this back when it rears its ugly head.

A final note: to my friends. It can't be easy to have a friend who suffers from depression/anxiety. I'm sorry about that. If I seem distant sometimes, trust me, it's not you. I'm retreating backwards, even if I don't want to. I need your love and friendship very much indeed. When I'm capable, I try to show that in every way I can. Please also know that the new medication I take has a side effect of forgetfulness. It looks like mommy-brain isn't going away for me any time soon. I forget text messages. I forget where I put my earrings. I may read a message and then forget I read it entirely. I ask for your patience. And I'll never be perturbed if you ask me two times about the same subject. Promise. I'll take forgetfulness over the last five months ANY DAY. It is a price worth paying.

With that, I give you photos of the organizing I did this weekend. Perhaps you'll understand their significance to me now, for they represent the-things-I-could-not-do over the last few months.

In order I find comfort, bliss even. And when I am in the depths, there is no order.

Bias tape, binding and facing on the left, elastic, bungee, and embroidery thread on the right.

Welting, piping, cording, and trims in both of these boxes.

Zippers, glorious zippers.

Large spools of thread, webbing, and ribbon.

Heavy-duty/upholstery thread and bobbins on top, a rainbow of thread in the bottom two sections.

Tools. They aren't just for dudes, you know. I also put my Sailrite Edge Hot Knife in there too.

Sail makers kit, zipper pulls and stops, needles, Sailrite spare parts, hardware and accessories.

This box of beauty is my well organized Pres-N-Snap set. The red-handled tool is hog ring pliers. Hog rings are to the left of it.

I call this my "junk drawer," a well organized one at that.

Lyra had gleefully dumped this whole set out while I was installing some book shelves. Cora helped me re-organize everything.

Household bits-n-bobs.

I had been holding on to the paint colors for the rainbow mason jar organizer and from the girls' dress up armoire. Now I have them immortalized in photo. Into the recycling these went.

Ta-da!!!! Here is everything in its nicely ordered existence. 

Now I can begin to tackle the rest of the sewing projects. More to come.

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A few final thoughts on Depression and Anxiety:

  1. It is not my thyroid.
  2. If you have nothing nice to say, don't say it. 
  3. Yes, I probably will be on meds for the rest of my life. If you don't understand that, please educate yourself further. 
Monday
Jun152015

DIY Dress Up Cabinet | Kids' Costume Armoire

Back in December last year a kind neighbor in my local Buy Nothing group gifted me this little mini-armoire. 

She installed that closet rod on the right and her kids had used it as an armoire for dress up clothes. I had a bigger vision though. And to cut right to the chase, I took it here:

Ta da!!!

First I pulled out all four drawers and then cut the wood beam piece between the two bottom drawer areas to create a larger open space.

I chopped off that bar right there.

The four drawers were re-purposed as shelves in the outdoor play kitchen:

Pretty sweet, right? I'll be doing a full post on our outdoor play/mud kitchen soon.

Waiting for stripes to dry so I could finish the rest.

I got to work scrubbing, sanding, priming, and painting. I used paint I already had on hand. Recognize those colors and that pattern?

Yes, when I asked the girls how we should paint the new dress up wardrobe they immediately pointed to our mason jar organizer and asked for the rainbow. I love it when things work out like that.

(Like our solar system chalk board wall? You can read about it here.)

The bottom bin holds all the dress up bits-n-bobs that can be easily stored in a cubbie. The other shelves hold books, puzzles, and games.

The spaceship on the wall on the left is drawn by Cora.

While I love the look of the dress up armoires below they all have the same problem, and so did this armoire before I got a hold of it.

While it looks ADORABLE to have a mini-closet rod and little hangers holding all those dress up clothes, you know what a 22 month old cannot do? Hang up their dress up clothes on a tiny hanger and put them back the way they look in all those photos.

You know what that means, right? It means that the grown ups in their lives are cleaning up after them, day in, and day out, and in the long list of things-I-don't-want-to-do-today, cleaning up after my girls is NOT one of them.

No. I installed hooks all the way around instead. The girls can easily reach in and hang up their various costumes, PLUS, the hooks-method means we can store a lot more outfits. We keep the pirate hat on the floor space in the center of all the poofiness.

My kids clean up after themselves, thank you.

The clear white and blue boxes on the top left and right are 12"x12" bins that hold the artwork the girls want to keep until I can take a picture of it. It was a bit inspired by this blog post, but I have yet to turn it all into a book of art for the girls....YET.

This DIY cabinet has been a hit with both the girls and their friends when they come over to play.

Hope this inspired you to do your own creative DIY as well. Thanks to the Buy Nothing group for being a wonderful group of giving neighbors.

To see my last big Buy Nothing project, click here: http://www.therebelheart.com/charlottes-blog/2015/3/29/diy-outdoor-couch-thank-you-buy-nothing-project.html

Monday
Jun012015

1 Second Every Day | Kaufmans in May 2015

I finally caved and got a smart phone. And the best part is the app called 1 Second Everyday. My friend, Amanda, showed me how to use it, and as you can see from the video below, I'm very much still learning. Some of the shots are sideways, some are blurry, but I'm learning. And I'll get better.

And I love this already.

I give you Cora's month, Lyra's month, and then what I call 'My Life.'

Sooo much better than scrapbooking (for me!)