Learning to Be Gentle

Hello my online friends.  I keep thinking about all of you (those who are still looking around to see where I may be) and missing the blogging world. 

I have been struggling for many months in many areas of my life.  There have been events that I wish I could share but then, I feel that the privacy of them is more important than my venting to the internet-netherland.  This has caused me to feel quite stunted in what I can share, and so, my sad little place of sharing, here at Enjoy the Ride Today, has been empty and full of cobwebs.

I am sorry.

What I can share is that I am on a quest to be more gentle with myself.  It is a very hard journey and one that I have spent a lot of time falling down on.  The "being gentle" aspect is in every part of my world, but one part that I have shared with you here in the past is my Fitness Foibles.  While wandering around the internet, I came across this story, and it truly, truly resonated with me.  I think every woman in the world needs to read it.  And while my little blog may not be read world-wide, perhaps the one or two of you here who take the time to read it, will benefit from it.  Please, take five or ten minutes and read.  Share if you find that it strikes a chord within you.

It did me.

When Your Mother Says She's Fat

 

 

 

To be clear, I am not suggesting that your mother did this, nor accusing my own mother of this... but practially everyone I meet has a self-depricating manner in one way or another.  And it has an effect.  It really, really does.

 

Be gentle with one another.  Be gentle with yourself.  I am struggling... but I am trying.

Time to Play!

So...

Yeah...

I've been saving up every $5 bill that has come my way for months.  A $5 bill appears and off it goes, into a little hidden envelope.  No touchy! 

Why?

Because of this:

 Yep, yep... shopping extravaganza!  My friends and I even skip our local scrapbooking convention to go to this one.  

While I was there, I stalked one of my favorite people, Judith from Stamps by Judith (and  Heather).  I just love talking to her and spent about half of my $5 bills at her booth.

And then... I fell in love...  

A super great deal from Crafter's Companion - Spectrum Noir

In addition, I attended a great presentation by Queen and Co.  This led me to some freebies and sale/specials on another new(er) love, Washi Tape:

 I'm so excited and itching to play.  But first, I need to recoup some of my spending money this weekend at a scrapbooking "garage" sale put on by several of my friends and me.  Wish me luck!  Because I already have a new wish list started...

How about you?  Any new "toys" in your toybox?

 

Retreat-ing...

Hey howdy...

I'm in the middle of my annual springtime scrappin' retreat but wanted to pop by and write a little, since I've been missing it, and y'all.  :)   I hafta say, I'm really excited for how productive I have been this retreat, so far.  I will be sharing what I've made but at the moment, everything that I've made just happen to be gifts and I can't show pictures until they're all delivered.  I know, I'm such a tease!

I will, however, show you something I did a while back at a scrapbook weekend in February... my first handmade journal, from start to finish.  

I took a free Book Binding 101 course from Effy Wild and this was the result.  I was so stinkin' pleased with it!  When I was making it, a friend saw the finished product and asked me to make one (with dragons instead of butterflies) for her son, for his birthday next month.  I finally finished that one, and feel safe enough to show you as neither she nor her son read my blog...

I was thrilled with how it came out! 

So, see?  My fingers have not been idle, they just haven't been typing much.  Which, to be honest, I'm sure my laptop appreciates since by the time I'm done with these journals, my fingers are pretty inky.

Anyone out there doing anything fun and creative lately??

Just One Thing...

So... today I really was going to share with you all the artsy things I've been dabbling in.

And... with the best of intentions gone awry, I have had no time to take the photos and share with you what I wanted. 

So today, on this very rare, overly warm, beautiful spring day, I offer you one thing that is making me happy right now.

Happy Daffodil Day!  :)

Room for One More...

I have had a teddy bear collection for as long as I can remember.  Over the years it has grown from a few to... a room full.  Once I reached adult-hood I had mixed feelings about these stuffed and fuzzy friends.  Should a grown woman have a teddy bear collection?  Isn't that childish?  Won't people think I'm weird? Do I really want to carry these bears everywhere I move?  (And we won't even touch the surface of my before-Toy-Story-existed feeling of my toys coming to life and won't-they-hate-me-if-I-give-them-up?)

With these recurring mixed feelings, every so often, I would "cull" the group.  I would let go of the bears won at carnivals or through quarter-games, hand-me-downs or ex-boyfriends.  But the family would soon grow again as people bought me teddy bears as gifts for birthdays, Christmas or just as a way to say, "I love you."

Once more, I was compelled to "quit" my collection.  I told family members to stop buying them for me.  I told my mom that I was "done" with teddy bears.  Yet, as we wandered through the mall, shopping near Christmas time, we inevitable ended up in a stuffed animal section of some store or another.  And every time I would touch and feel and hug the bears that whispered to me, "take me home". 

On this one particular shopping trip, I found a happy bear with plaid paws and a ribbon - Christmas colors.  I held on to him as I walked around and my mom said to me, "I thought you were done with teddy bears."  I remember responding, wistfully, "there's always room for one more."  But I put the bear down and walked out and continued on with our Christmas shopping.

I didn't give him another thought.  Until...

That beautiful teddy bear, with the plaid paws and ribbon, end up as a gift to me, from my mom.  Attached around his neck with another ribbon was a note that read, "Someone once told me:  'there's always room for one more.'  Merry Christmas."

Through the years I have again, and again, culled my teddy bear collection.  Most recently, a couple of years ago, I went through all of them, photographed  most of them and packed them off to Goodwill.  But there's still one among the select few who still share my home with me... my stuffed and fuzzy family.... Mr. Room for One More.

This little piece of nostalgia brought to you by Sian's Storytelling Sunday: My Precious edition.  For more stories, please visit here.