I'm usually up at 5am or so year round. It's not much of a bother in the spring, summer and fall because the sun rises early here in the Great White North. In the winter it's a different story. Right now it's 6:30am and it's still pitch black out. For the first time in a couple of weeks I can see a few stars and actually got a glimpse of a clear moon when I awoke this morning.
I've got a large window in my living room and I love having my curtains open for the natural light, but this time of year that light is sparse. For almost 2 weeks now there has been permanent cloud cover over most (if not all) of Montreal. Yesterday though, I walked into my living room from my kitchen to find my 2 cats and 2 dogs spread like mayonnaise across my living room floor.
Moving ever so gingerly to my favorite knitting spot I sat quietly. I didn't hit "unpause" on my Knitflix show right away. I simply sipped my coffee and enjoyed the view from my window. Tiny beams of sun glittering and dancing on the piles and drifts of blinding white snow covering the center median of my street. Completely transfixed at how bright the sun could be, coveting every glimmer and staring intently at the definition the beams brought to every swirl and divot.
If everyone else could see life like I see those rays. A bit of hope and beauty, if only lasting for a moment. You don't realize how much you love something until you don't have it. Even is it's "in the background". I watch the sunrise almost every morning in the winter, but not every morning do I actually see the sun rise. Clouds prevent it about 50% of the time, so when I get to see those beams peek into my windows I'm enthralled. Those beams bring joy to my heart and soul like little else can. My hooks move a bit faster, needles click a bit louder and I just get things done.
The winter "blahs" are a real thing and nothing takes them away like a bit of sun. Mind you, I've got no interest in standing out in sub-zero temps or face planting in fresh fallen snow (watch a few of the "new" viral youtube videos), but I'm all for catching a few rays through a nice big window. In the living room with the "big" computer or sitting in the breakfast nook with my coffee and tablet or laptop in front of the balcony doors, it's all about the sun.
With this renewed hope of light and warmth (even if it is "FAKE" sun with no heat at all) the countdown begins. Once that thermometer hits 15 degrees, I'm on the balcony. Knitting and crochet in hand, basking in the glory that is the sun. Alright, that made me giggle, I'm the palest human to walk the earth, I live with a low level burn on my nose and upper chest year round. I avoid direct sunlight like the plague. I don't tan, I burn. But I digress, face in the shadows (of course) and skin protected, I'm out there, basking, soaking up and enjoying it all.
Ahh, 7am, the sky is beginning to lighten. Thank you for sticking around for my little thought session. I'm off to see the sun make her morning appearance. I'll tell her "Hello" from you.
Much love,
S
Oh yeah, I'm a guest blogger this week on my friend Gregory Patrick's page. This is the guy who pulled me from my comfortable shadow zone and helped me shine the light on my words. Stop in and say Hi and give him a read, he's got one hell of a story to tell. Catch him here. Look for him to do a guest spot on this blog soon.
Wednesday 10 January 2018
Monday 1 January 2018
Into the New Year...and beyond
I know that its been a while since I posted anything and there's a reason for that. My last post was done about a week before American Thanksgiving and that's when it all starts. I've never called it "Depression" or the blues or anything even close.
I haven't had the easiest life, but I firmly believe that you have to pull yourself up by the bootstraps and move on, no matter what life throws at you. There was a time when I felt the need to go to a psychiatrist to "work" on some of the issues that had been shelled out over my 30 something years. This mainly happened because I'd lost faith in who I was as a person and my place in the world. After a couple years of swapping medications and intense "talk" therapy, the powers that be decided that I had something called "Medication resistant Bi-polar Disorder". Yeah, you name it and I've taken it for one thing or another.
Here's where it gets a bit "wonky" for those of you who are completely science based and follow blindly. I met a woman on a trip just outside of Boston, MA. Yeah, we'll tell the truth, it was Salem, but the location is simple semantics. Or is it.
I was getting a cup of coffee and pushing my daughter in her stroller, out for one of the many day trips we took when she was small. Gabbie began to throw a fit. To this day I have no clue as to why, but I remember it being a tantrum of epic proportions. Going into my normal routine, talked to her, held her, cuddled her and began to cry. That was how it went 100% of the time. Never a question, never a deviation. It began with a tantrum and ended with me in tears. 20 emotions running through me within a span of 15 minutes. She would calm and I would slip back into routine as if nothing had happened at all, with the exception of me being emotionally drained.
Without me knowing she was there, this woman named Cheryl watched the entire episode. When all was said and done she approached me and with the most gentle smile she ask me the one thing that no one had ever ask me "Are you alright?". Before then people would as about the baby and coo, gurgle, baby talk and stand over the stroller worried over my daughter's comfort and well being. I never thought twice about it before. It was just something that happened. This woman was different. She saw ME. Not that she didn't see the baby who was happily chewing her fingers as if everything was right in the world and her only job was to gnaw on her hands.
I don't remember much of that first conversation with Cheryl. I remember talking about mood swings and tantrums and childcare and comfort. That's what I remember most about that first meeting. Comfort and familiarity. I knew this woman. I didn't know how, I couldn't tell you why I knew. I just knew.
We became friends over the next year. Her traveling to Western MA to visit me and us traveling East to visit her. Simple day trips, nothing extended. Tons of emails and even more phone calls at all hours. We still chat regularly 14 years later, though the trips haven't happened in a few years since I moved to Montreal.
During our conversations we discussed that we were both Wiccan and it's meaning for our place in the universe. How everything is energy and all energy ties into itself in different forms. The ability of the sun, moon, planets and tides had on mood and outcome. I remember making a crack about all of bodies being out of alignment when I was born because I was the moodiest bitch you'd ever seen and I couldn't control it most of the time. She laughed at me so hard she snorted. I explained to her about this "diagnosis" I had received and she laughed even harder. Of course I got upset and didn't talk to her for almost a week.
She called and apologized asking me to let her explain. She ask me questions about my family, Gabbie, friends I hung out with and where I was when these "severe" mood swings occurred. Three hours later she told me she was coming to visit the next day, she has something to show me. That visit changed my life and how I deal with people in person and on the internet.
We went to lunch and hung out for the day. No issues, no problems. Simple laughter and peace through the day. Then she started talking about how her mother passed away. Her love for her mom, how hard it was for her to deal with it. The anger she felt at people who drink and drive. A myriad of emotions all rolling one after another. It hit me like a ton of bricks. We had discussed all those subjects individually over the phone and in person, but with a distinct lack of personal emotion. You can't change the past so anger, resentment and sorrow did no one any good. That was my thinking anyway. My mood swing hit hard. I went from being fine to hurt, upset, sad, angry and ended in tears. It was like watching an epic movie while drunk. I felt everything she felt. Every bit of intensity and reality. It was as if it all happened to me. Moods swinging like a pendulum. From one extreme to the next and back. Uncontrolled and raw. What the hell?
A bit of research and many late night conversations later, I discovered that I am an Empath. I feed off other's moods. Experience their highs and lows as if the feelings are genuinely mine. If you're in bad mood, I slip into the exact same mood. You have no idea what that opened up for my mind. It explained everything.
When I'm alone and knitting, crocheting, reading, watching television, an entire myriad of activities that I enjoy, I am at peace. When I'm with others, my mood mirrors what others feel. I spend untold hours mulling over conversations with therapists and doctors about triggers and situations to avoid to prevent rapid cycles of moods. No wonder medication didn't work. It's not a chemical imbalance, it's me. Just me. I do hope that this explains some of my other posts. You can read them and tell what I was feeling at the time and if you truly know me and my friends then you'll know what brought those moods on.
You now know the reason I keep to myself 90% of the time. I love interacting on the Knitter Be Damned Facebook page and doing videos and experiencing the lives of all the fans and members. There are things I don't comment on and now you know the reasons. I've honed my emotional reactions over the last 10 years or so and the swings aren't so bad. That's also the reason I become a bit distant during the Holidays. Smile tons and fake it till you make it. That's my motto. You have the background and reasoning, now on to bigger and more important things.
The New Year. Yes I know I'm rambling and some of this isn't as clear as you would like it to be, but this is how my mind works and now that all of the emotion is beginning to settle, the hustle and bustle of the season winding to an close I can sit calmly with just me, myself and I to impart some of my wisdom on you, my lovely readers.
As 2017 ends and 2018 begins, remember. Simply that....remember. Look into the mirror and remember the last 12 months and everything you did and accomplished. Keep in mind the mistakes not to be repeated, but don't regret them. Never regret. If you like the person you are at this moment then you can't have any regrets. Every action taken, every word spoken brought you to where you are at this moment. If your fingertips are brushing the brass ring then stretch just a bit further and it will all be yours. Reconnect with that friend you haven't spoken to in years. If they meant something to you then, hash it out. We only get one ride on this rock and tomorrow isn't a guarantee. Remember, no regrets.
On the other hand, it may sound cold and callous but you deserve the best. I don't care if someone shares DNA with you or you're married into another family. NO ONE has the right to belittle and degrade you, NO ONE. This judgmental attitude of never turning your back on family is outdated and plain out wrong. Just because someone gave birth to you or shares the same last name as you doesn't give them the right to treat you like crap and make unrealistic demands on you for their own well being and comfort. Hope, kindness, respect and empathy are 4 of the best words in the dictionary. I personally feel that those 4 words are all that are needed to define HUMANITY. Keep in mind, if you can't use those 4 little words (in any combination) to describe your relationship with another person, then you don't need that person in your life. In my case, if you drain me emotionally on a regular basis, I tend to back away. I don't have enough energy to have is zapped by drama.
If the 4 words above describe your relationship with someone, they are a keeper. Hold them close and hold them tight for they are rare. Love them with all the fierce instinct of a lioness protecting her cubs. These will be the people that carry you over life's hurdles and hold up that yellow tape as you cross the finish line.
Pack away all the despair, hopelessness, anger and loss into a box. Place it on a protected shelf in your mind. Yes, one day you may need to open that box, but hopefully by then some of the sting will be gone from those things. When the sun rose this morning it ushered in not only a new day, a new month, a new year, but the possibility of a new beginning. You can start over as many times as you like, but only once a year does the entire world get to emotionally reboot at the same time.
A dear friend of mine chooses not to make "resolutions" for the New Year, he calls them goals. I have to agree. The dictionary defines a Resolution as a firm decision to do or not do something OR the action of solving a problem, dispute or contentious matter. Goals are neither. Goals give you something to reach for without taking something away. A way to stand firmly on solid ground while you work out how best to get there. Goals can evolve, change with the situation or even be laid aside for the moment because something more important arises.
I think this is enough for today. My goal is to speak to you more often in the new year. I'll do my best to make it happen.
Much love and hope for a great New Year for you all,
S
I haven't had the easiest life, but I firmly believe that you have to pull yourself up by the bootstraps and move on, no matter what life throws at you. There was a time when I felt the need to go to a psychiatrist to "work" on some of the issues that had been shelled out over my 30 something years. This mainly happened because I'd lost faith in who I was as a person and my place in the world. After a couple years of swapping medications and intense "talk" therapy, the powers that be decided that I had something called "Medication resistant Bi-polar Disorder". Yeah, you name it and I've taken it for one thing or another.
Here's where it gets a bit "wonky" for those of you who are completely science based and follow blindly. I met a woman on a trip just outside of Boston, MA. Yeah, we'll tell the truth, it was Salem, but the location is simple semantics. Or is it.
I was getting a cup of coffee and pushing my daughter in her stroller, out for one of the many day trips we took when she was small. Gabbie began to throw a fit. To this day I have no clue as to why, but I remember it being a tantrum of epic proportions. Going into my normal routine, talked to her, held her, cuddled her and began to cry. That was how it went 100% of the time. Never a question, never a deviation. It began with a tantrum and ended with me in tears. 20 emotions running through me within a span of 15 minutes. She would calm and I would slip back into routine as if nothing had happened at all, with the exception of me being emotionally drained.
Without me knowing she was there, this woman named Cheryl watched the entire episode. When all was said and done she approached me and with the most gentle smile she ask me the one thing that no one had ever ask me "Are you alright?". Before then people would as about the baby and coo, gurgle, baby talk and stand over the stroller worried over my daughter's comfort and well being. I never thought twice about it before. It was just something that happened. This woman was different. She saw ME. Not that she didn't see the baby who was happily chewing her fingers as if everything was right in the world and her only job was to gnaw on her hands.
I don't remember much of that first conversation with Cheryl. I remember talking about mood swings and tantrums and childcare and comfort. That's what I remember most about that first meeting. Comfort and familiarity. I knew this woman. I didn't know how, I couldn't tell you why I knew. I just knew.
We became friends over the next year. Her traveling to Western MA to visit me and us traveling East to visit her. Simple day trips, nothing extended. Tons of emails and even more phone calls at all hours. We still chat regularly 14 years later, though the trips haven't happened in a few years since I moved to Montreal.
During our conversations we discussed that we were both Wiccan and it's meaning for our place in the universe. How everything is energy and all energy ties into itself in different forms. The ability of the sun, moon, planets and tides had on mood and outcome. I remember making a crack about all of bodies being out of alignment when I was born because I was the moodiest bitch you'd ever seen and I couldn't control it most of the time. She laughed at me so hard she snorted. I explained to her about this "diagnosis" I had received and she laughed even harder. Of course I got upset and didn't talk to her for almost a week.
She called and apologized asking me to let her explain. She ask me questions about my family, Gabbie, friends I hung out with and where I was when these "severe" mood swings occurred. Three hours later she told me she was coming to visit the next day, she has something to show me. That visit changed my life and how I deal with people in person and on the internet.
We went to lunch and hung out for the day. No issues, no problems. Simple laughter and peace through the day. Then she started talking about how her mother passed away. Her love for her mom, how hard it was for her to deal with it. The anger she felt at people who drink and drive. A myriad of emotions all rolling one after another. It hit me like a ton of bricks. We had discussed all those subjects individually over the phone and in person, but with a distinct lack of personal emotion. You can't change the past so anger, resentment and sorrow did no one any good. That was my thinking anyway. My mood swing hit hard. I went from being fine to hurt, upset, sad, angry and ended in tears. It was like watching an epic movie while drunk. I felt everything she felt. Every bit of intensity and reality. It was as if it all happened to me. Moods swinging like a pendulum. From one extreme to the next and back. Uncontrolled and raw. What the hell?
A bit of research and many late night conversations later, I discovered that I am an Empath. I feed off other's moods. Experience their highs and lows as if the feelings are genuinely mine. If you're in bad mood, I slip into the exact same mood. You have no idea what that opened up for my mind. It explained everything.
When I'm alone and knitting, crocheting, reading, watching television, an entire myriad of activities that I enjoy, I am at peace. When I'm with others, my mood mirrors what others feel. I spend untold hours mulling over conversations with therapists and doctors about triggers and situations to avoid to prevent rapid cycles of moods. No wonder medication didn't work. It's not a chemical imbalance, it's me. Just me. I do hope that this explains some of my other posts. You can read them and tell what I was feeling at the time and if you truly know me and my friends then you'll know what brought those moods on.
You now know the reason I keep to myself 90% of the time. I love interacting on the Knitter Be Damned Facebook page and doing videos and experiencing the lives of all the fans and members. There are things I don't comment on and now you know the reasons. I've honed my emotional reactions over the last 10 years or so and the swings aren't so bad. That's also the reason I become a bit distant during the Holidays. Smile tons and fake it till you make it. That's my motto. You have the background and reasoning, now on to bigger and more important things.
The New Year. Yes I know I'm rambling and some of this isn't as clear as you would like it to be, but this is how my mind works and now that all of the emotion is beginning to settle, the hustle and bustle of the season winding to an close I can sit calmly with just me, myself and I to impart some of my wisdom on you, my lovely readers.
As 2017 ends and 2018 begins, remember. Simply that....remember. Look into the mirror and remember the last 12 months and everything you did and accomplished. Keep in mind the mistakes not to be repeated, but don't regret them. Never regret. If you like the person you are at this moment then you can't have any regrets. Every action taken, every word spoken brought you to where you are at this moment. If your fingertips are brushing the brass ring then stretch just a bit further and it will all be yours. Reconnect with that friend you haven't spoken to in years. If they meant something to you then, hash it out. We only get one ride on this rock and tomorrow isn't a guarantee. Remember, no regrets.
On the other hand, it may sound cold and callous but you deserve the best. I don't care if someone shares DNA with you or you're married into another family. NO ONE has the right to belittle and degrade you, NO ONE. This judgmental attitude of never turning your back on family is outdated and plain out wrong. Just because someone gave birth to you or shares the same last name as you doesn't give them the right to treat you like crap and make unrealistic demands on you for their own well being and comfort. Hope, kindness, respect and empathy are 4 of the best words in the dictionary. I personally feel that those 4 words are all that are needed to define HUMANITY. Keep in mind, if you can't use those 4 little words (in any combination) to describe your relationship with another person, then you don't need that person in your life. In my case, if you drain me emotionally on a regular basis, I tend to back away. I don't have enough energy to have is zapped by drama.
If the 4 words above describe your relationship with someone, they are a keeper. Hold them close and hold them tight for they are rare. Love them with all the fierce instinct of a lioness protecting her cubs. These will be the people that carry you over life's hurdles and hold up that yellow tape as you cross the finish line.
Pack away all the despair, hopelessness, anger and loss into a box. Place it on a protected shelf in your mind. Yes, one day you may need to open that box, but hopefully by then some of the sting will be gone from those things. When the sun rose this morning it ushered in not only a new day, a new month, a new year, but the possibility of a new beginning. You can start over as many times as you like, but only once a year does the entire world get to emotionally reboot at the same time.
A dear friend of mine chooses not to make "resolutions" for the New Year, he calls them goals. I have to agree. The dictionary defines a Resolution as a firm decision to do or not do something OR the action of solving a problem, dispute or contentious matter. Goals are neither. Goals give you something to reach for without taking something away. A way to stand firmly on solid ground while you work out how best to get there. Goals can evolve, change with the situation or even be laid aside for the moment because something more important arises.
I think this is enough for today. My goal is to speak to you more often in the new year. I'll do my best to make it happen.
Much love and hope for a great New Year for you all,
S
Wednesday 15 November 2017
Flora Porn
I know it's been a while since I wrote anything and I'm sorry for that. My last post took more out of me than I would have ever expected. For a while I lost my taste for writing, knitting, reading, well... pretty much everything with the exception of the lingering thoughts that I was a "bad" person.
No, I don't regret any of what was written because it was the truth and like it or not, the truth always comes out. Not to mention, it did exactly what it was intended to do. It facilitated the end of the discourse within groups. Simple words did that. Telling it like it is may not be what everyone wants, but most of the time it's what everyone needs. I can think of some political parties that could benefit from that tid bit of wisdom.
Anyway....Flora Porn. That got your attention. Don't deny it. There is no shame for you are among friends, well acquaintances anyway. No one is going to judge you. Unless you've committed a criminal act, well then, there ya go.
It's that time of the year. The sky is a bright cloudless blue, the sun is blazing too bright and all the trees and bushes are NAKED. Flora Porn. Branches extending in all directions like bony fingers looking for the warmth and sustenance of a sun that denies them. It's been hovering at 0 degrees Celsius for a week now (give or take a few degrees in either direction).
I've always called this "fake" sunshine. It offers nothing but brightness. Surfaces and air do not benefit from it's rays this time of year. It's kind of like having a 100 watt led light bulb turned on in a standard closet 24/7. Blinding brightness and not much else, so there's no real purpose for it. Ambient lighting would have worked fine.
American Thanksgiving is lingering over heads signaling the end of Autumn and triggering Winter. Then there's the Christmas Season, but that's another post all together.
This time of year always brings a tinge of sadness and a heaping cup of reflection for me. Washing and packing away all the fun warm weather items, fond memories of outings and time spent with friends and loved ones. Then the memories of the over bearing heat. Although, this past summer was much milder than one would have thought. We only had a few weeks of actual "AC" weather this year and it was spread over a few months. If I wasn't fat, I may not have needed the AC at all this year, but we know THAT didn't happen, don't we.
I spent my teen years in southern Georgia and my 20s in Alabama. There are 2 seasons there. Hot & wet and cold & wet. The seasons change with a blink of the eye, almost literally. Walk out of your house on Monday to 90 degree F temps, everything is bright, green and humid. Walk out of your house Thursday morning and it's 50 degrees F and all the leaves on the trees are gone and there's a wet biting wind that cuts through your soul. Not to mention the lack of leafy foliage.
There are 2 types of dominant greenery in southern Ga and Al. Pine trees and Kudzu. When it gets cold pine trees emit this sticky stinky tar that gets everywhere. I do mean everywhere. Have you ever walked across fresh laid asphalt and had it stick to the bottom of your shoes and a week later you're finding black streaks in you house because it's still rubbing off? Yeah, imagine that with pine tar. It covers cars, outdoor furniture and if you've ever been unfortunate enough, your hair from walking under or leaning against a tree.
Then there's Kudzu. An ivy type plant that grows at a phenomenal rate and literally chokes out everything it touches. When "fall" comes and the leaves die, the sides of the road look like the stash of a mother of 5 toddlers, 3 cats and 5 small dogs all with ADD and on a mission to create the largest collection of Yarn Barf in history. Not the most attractive sight.
Mind you, I'm not saying that living in the "South" was all bad. When you're young in the 80s and 90s, before the internet, cell phones and affordable computers, everything was about being outdoors. Yes, you could still wear shorts and thin material Halloween costumes to outdoor parties and bonfires because it was in the 70s at night. Most years, if you got a bathing suit for Christmas you could test it out right away in the Chattahoochee River because it was still "warm" enough to swim. Skipping school with your best friend and your boyfriends to go to the hidden "cove" for swimming and a picnic on Valentine's Day. Camping out in your back yard for Easter Vacation with just a blanket. There were good times. I still missed the Seasons I remembered growing up in Europe. I still haven't found anywhere that rivals The Black Forest in the fall. Not even the Berkshires in Ma.
When all was said and done in 1999 and I had lost my marriage, my friends and my faith in humanity, I moved to Ma. My first day there, I got all 4 seasons and I loved it. The plane landed to a light warm rain (spring) which eventually turned to a hard cold downpour (fall), mixture of snow and sleet (winter) and by 5 pm the sun was out and I shed everything except a t shirt and jeans (summer). I loved every moment of it. The weather and the lack of fear for an impending Tornado because of all the fluctuations.
Ten years I stayed there. It's where I learned to knit, it's where I had my daughter and it's where I cared for my parents (that's another story all together). Then I met my husband and moved further north, into Canada. Contrary to the belief of young children, we have the same weather as the northern US. It gets hot, it rains, it snows and it gets cold. We swim in the summer and ice skate and ski in the winter. We don't live in igloos and we don't have polar bears as pets. Well, we do have a few really big white dogs in the neighborhood.
So right now, I'm looking at my naked tree lined street and missing all the reds, greens, oranges and yellows that were there 2 weeks ago. The heat is on in the house and I'm looking at a pile of boxes in my dining room. What is within those boxes will form the start of the next "Season", bringing an end to the Flora Porn season. The lights, the tinsel, the music and all the festive times that will go with it.
It's time to pick up a WiP and delve in to the last gift for this year. Hopefully have it done before everyone shows up for the Christmas party it's a gift for.
Thank you for sticking around and I hope you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing.
Much love,
S
No, I don't regret any of what was written because it was the truth and like it or not, the truth always comes out. Not to mention, it did exactly what it was intended to do. It facilitated the end of the discourse within groups. Simple words did that. Telling it like it is may not be what everyone wants, but most of the time it's what everyone needs. I can think of some political parties that could benefit from that tid bit of wisdom.
Anyway....Flora Porn. That got your attention. Don't deny it. There is no shame for you are among friends, well acquaintances anyway. No one is going to judge you. Unless you've committed a criminal act, well then, there ya go.
It's that time of the year. The sky is a bright cloudless blue, the sun is blazing too bright and all the trees and bushes are NAKED. Flora Porn. Branches extending in all directions like bony fingers looking for the warmth and sustenance of a sun that denies them. It's been hovering at 0 degrees Celsius for a week now (give or take a few degrees in either direction).
I've always called this "fake" sunshine. It offers nothing but brightness. Surfaces and air do not benefit from it's rays this time of year. It's kind of like having a 100 watt led light bulb turned on in a standard closet 24/7. Blinding brightness and not much else, so there's no real purpose for it. Ambient lighting would have worked fine.
American Thanksgiving is lingering over heads signaling the end of Autumn and triggering Winter. Then there's the Christmas Season, but that's another post all together.
This time of year always brings a tinge of sadness and a heaping cup of reflection for me. Washing and packing away all the fun warm weather items, fond memories of outings and time spent with friends and loved ones. Then the memories of the over bearing heat. Although, this past summer was much milder than one would have thought. We only had a few weeks of actual "AC" weather this year and it was spread over a few months. If I wasn't fat, I may not have needed the AC at all this year, but we know THAT didn't happen, don't we.
I spent my teen years in southern Georgia and my 20s in Alabama. There are 2 seasons there. Hot & wet and cold & wet. The seasons change with a blink of the eye, almost literally. Walk out of your house on Monday to 90 degree F temps, everything is bright, green and humid. Walk out of your house Thursday morning and it's 50 degrees F and all the leaves on the trees are gone and there's a wet biting wind that cuts through your soul. Not to mention the lack of leafy foliage.
There are 2 types of dominant greenery in southern Ga and Al. Pine trees and Kudzu. When it gets cold pine trees emit this sticky stinky tar that gets everywhere. I do mean everywhere. Have you ever walked across fresh laid asphalt and had it stick to the bottom of your shoes and a week later you're finding black streaks in you house because it's still rubbing off? Yeah, imagine that with pine tar. It covers cars, outdoor furniture and if you've ever been unfortunate enough, your hair from walking under or leaning against a tree.
Then there's Kudzu. An ivy type plant that grows at a phenomenal rate and literally chokes out everything it touches. When "fall" comes and the leaves die, the sides of the road look like the stash of a mother of 5 toddlers, 3 cats and 5 small dogs all with ADD and on a mission to create the largest collection of Yarn Barf in history. Not the most attractive sight.
Mind you, I'm not saying that living in the "South" was all bad. When you're young in the 80s and 90s, before the internet, cell phones and affordable computers, everything was about being outdoors. Yes, you could still wear shorts and thin material Halloween costumes to outdoor parties and bonfires because it was in the 70s at night. Most years, if you got a bathing suit for Christmas you could test it out right away in the Chattahoochee River because it was still "warm" enough to swim. Skipping school with your best friend and your boyfriends to go to the hidden "cove" for swimming and a picnic on Valentine's Day. Camping out in your back yard for Easter Vacation with just a blanket. There were good times. I still missed the Seasons I remembered growing up in Europe. I still haven't found anywhere that rivals The Black Forest in the fall. Not even the Berkshires in Ma.
When all was said and done in 1999 and I had lost my marriage, my friends and my faith in humanity, I moved to Ma. My first day there, I got all 4 seasons and I loved it. The plane landed to a light warm rain (spring) which eventually turned to a hard cold downpour (fall), mixture of snow and sleet (winter) and by 5 pm the sun was out and I shed everything except a t shirt and jeans (summer). I loved every moment of it. The weather and the lack of fear for an impending Tornado because of all the fluctuations.
Ten years I stayed there. It's where I learned to knit, it's where I had my daughter and it's where I cared for my parents (that's another story all together). Then I met my husband and moved further north, into Canada. Contrary to the belief of young children, we have the same weather as the northern US. It gets hot, it rains, it snows and it gets cold. We swim in the summer and ice skate and ski in the winter. We don't live in igloos and we don't have polar bears as pets. Well, we do have a few really big white dogs in the neighborhood.
So right now, I'm looking at my naked tree lined street and missing all the reds, greens, oranges and yellows that were there 2 weeks ago. The heat is on in the house and I'm looking at a pile of boxes in my dining room. What is within those boxes will form the start of the next "Season", bringing an end to the Flora Porn season. The lights, the tinsel, the music and all the festive times that will go with it.
It's time to pick up a WiP and delve in to the last gift for this year. Hopefully have it done before everyone shows up for the Christmas party it's a gift for.
Thank you for sticking around and I hope you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing.
Much love,
S
Monday 25 September 2017
The truth is out there... The flip side of the album
I've got a tale to tell.
Not so much a tale but the B side of a vinyl album. Everyone listens to the slow emotional ballad on the A side that elicits emotion and seems to tell a haunting story. Rarely heard is the other side. The one that shows the lead-up to the "sad" song. How the innocent victims aren't really that innocent. They are the instigators and needed to get their side of the story out first in hopes that it would overshadow and drown out the other side of the story.
Those who know me, know that I don't care about your politics, the color of your skin or who/what you believe or have faith in. A good person is a good person and an asshat is, well, just that, an asshat and I want nothing to do with the latter. But, dear readers, even I can be fooled at times, but it doesn't last long. You can only wear a mask for so long before sweat gets in your eyes and you have to remove it and let your skin breathe. Then the world sees the true horror that lies beneath.
Grab a cup of coffee and have a seat, please keep all hands, feet, and your head inside the car at all times, the ride is about it being...
On February 24, 2017, a vlog/show/video podcast was uploaded to Youtube. A new venture and apparent progression for a writer/knitter/entrepreneur named Gregory Patrick. He had been writing his blog (Mad Man Knitting) for years and had quite a few followers. This was his way of giving back a bit of himself to his fans and followers. A way of promoting his Bears, patterns, books and his husband Phillip Champlain's Strange Friends. He climbed outside his comfort zone and let us into his private life for a little while each week. Made us laugh, made us think and gained more and more followers.
Eventually, a fan and fellow crafting entrepreneur joined the show as a "correspondent". The rules for videos were simple, there were none. They guys were (and still are) all about the great American tradition of capitalism. Promote, promote, promote, sell your wares, make money and live the American dream. I mean, who doesn't dream of doing what you love, working from home and being able to support yourself and your family? Sounds great, right.
Well, feel free to look up the Knitter Be Damned videos on youtube. She did weekly videos helping promote the guys and all their endeavors, rarely mentioning her own Etsy shop. (she let the guys do that for her by mentioning it on camera and posting links to her shop in the comment section) ZERO effort on her part most of the time.
That's called Coattail riding, isn't it? Hooking up with someone with more power and popularity than you to simply let them "drag" you to the top with little to no effort on your part. That's always been the definition I've seen anyway. It's usually a middle school/high school thing amongst peer groups. But I digress...
Trisha Fettig even went so far as to create a "fan" FB page called Knitter Be Damned so those of us who participated in and watched the show could discuss, chat, hang out and make friends and even promote our own shops and home businesses. It was an instant success. Within a couple months there were 500 members and constant posts.
With the "guys" being who they are, of course, there were a few people that joined who didn't like the idea of 2 gay, married conservative men being so popular. Gregory had been dealing with these type of issues for a while. If you read his blog, you'll understand. (I'll put the link to it at the bottom of this post) This was nothing he couldn't handle and he had hundreds of people standing by him and standing up for his (and their) beliefs.
In July, during one of the shows, the idea of a Mobile Yarn store was mentioned. You could actually see the light bulb above Greg's head light up so bright you thought it would burn out. YARN TRUCK!!! Kind of like a vegetable truck, but selling boutique yarn. The promoting began. Even "Auntie" Trisha was promoting for it. (Still not promoting her own stuff, the guys were doing that for her)
Through crowdfunding by their supporters, within a month, they had the truck, they had the product and they were ready to roll. Pretty amazing... from concept to fruition in about 5 weeks.
Then it began. During one of the many discussions about politics on the FB page 2 men decided to take it so much further than it needed to go and it got nasty. It ended with one of them (may have been both) calling someone who disagreed with them the "C" word. You know the one, the most hated word in the American English language. Gregory as an admin of the group private messaged them and ask them to "chill out" a bit. (I have a screenshot of the message between them that was sent to me by one of the offenders). One of the offenders happened to be "Auntie" Trisha's boyfriend.
Within a day or so I started getting private messages about how she thought the guys were "trying too hard begging for money" and how they turned the FB page SHE created into a "begging page". Really? She was promoting them as hard as they were, but whatever. That turned into "I"m not making a dime off these people" Well, hell, no wonder, you're expecting someone else to do all the work for you. People were donating and buying items to help everyone who ask. You NEVER ask. Do we remember the response to your request for cards and blanket squares for your Aunt? The help was there, it's no one's fault but your own that you never spoke up. I mentioned to the guys once that I was having a rough time with my daughter and they did an entire show dedicated to their appreciation of all of us and to show me that no matter what, I was awesome. Yeah, it's easy to forget things like that when you become obsessed with the destruction of another person over something so stupid. (Yes, this shit is stupid).
The conversations turned into how she wanted to do her own youtube show to promote her Etsy shop and her items. How Gregory and Phillip had "turned their backs" on everyone who supported them. During this entire time, all the conversations, not once did she contact either Gregory or Phillip to discuss anything. It was all done behind their backs. It made me seriously uncomfortable. I greatly dislike backstabbing and sneaking around. All this coming from a woman who took a great deal of pride in her claims of being Wiccan. I am Wiccan and there are 2 Laws you don't screw with. Do no harm and the Rule of 3. (you can google those) Karma is a nasty bitch and she has no problem knocking on your door seeking her payment.
I'm about to give you a revelation, I've said nothing to this point because I tried really hard to stay out of it. I AM THE ONE WHO CONTACTED THE GUYS. Screenshots of the conversations and everything. Needless to say, Gregory was surprised and hurt. This was a person who he considered a friend. Not just a supporter or fellow crafter, a friend. I told him that this felt more like a kindergarten class than a group of adults. He was the much-loved teacher who asks the boys to stop running in class and take their seats. The hatred for him was shocking, surprising and hurtful. Still, he said NOTHING. He let it go. It was going to take whatever direction it took.
With much fanfare and a promotional post, Trisha left the group. We all thought it was over. Watching the videos you can see, the guys NEVER mention any of it. A simple post on the FB page saying goodbye and wishing her the best. Not good enough apparently. Private message from her- If they really wish me the best, they would promote my stuff. Seriously? I didn't know what to say.
Shortly after this, she began bashing how they promoted their business. I believe her exact words were. Other businesses don't crowdfund and beg for money, they actually work at real jobs. (don't quote me on this exactly, I'd have to pull up the screenshots and I'm being lazy at the moment) Hate to tell ya honey, google "crowdfunding for businesses" OMG there's a minimum of 20 websites and thousands of businesses and individuals that do just that.
She posted so many things in KBD and called so many people a hypocrite, let's touch on this for a moment. Both she and her boyfriend are vehement Trump supporters and that's fine. Hypocrisy isn't. During one discussion about how Gregory was vilified over making a comment about the Pussy Hat Project she proudly stated that she was disgusted by the whole "Pussy Hat" thing but she still made them and sold them because "even Libtard money was green". (Screenshots boys and girls)
The final straw is an eBay sale post where she's selling the Rockabilly Doll made by Phillip Champlain. In the description of the item, she states that he's featured in the show Knitter Be Damned on youtube and goes into how the guys are scammers and she's trying to make the money back for one of their victims. How are you STILL trying to use the popularity of the guys and the show to sell something or are you trying to say they're scammers?
Moving on. There were individuals still in the KBD group that were posting support and encouragement for the guys. Behind the scenes, these same people were aligned with Trisha talking shit and trashing them. Gregory began cutting ties with them. One of them was Therese Lupo. She sent project bags to be sold on the yarn truck. When she was cut out Gregory sent her back all of the unsold merchandise and made any final payments. Immediately rumors started about how they owed her money, they never paid her. (Screenshots of payments sent, remember this) They even got family members involved with the trash postings. Every time Gregory stepped up to defend himself and post screenshots of the payments made they were taken down. They didn't want anyone to know the truth. They've done everything they can to make him look bad. It has gotten bad enough at this point the final youtube episode of Knitter Be Damned aired this past weekend. We're moving over to Patreon and closing the FB group. We're not quitting, simply changing strategy.
Through this entire post, I've said she doesn't think the guys "promoted her enough" well, let's promote her. She's kept her Etsy shop away from all that she's trying to do, let's bring it into the light, that way her "customers" can know exactly the type of person they're dealing with. Please, retweet as many times as you can, post it on your pages and share it with your friends. Let's start a new hashtag. #backstab #thewholetruth
https://www.etsy.com/shop/yankeerose
Oh yeah, side note. To this day, more than a month later, she still hasn't posted 1 video of her own show, she's only done 1 blog post (around Eclipse time) and done no self-promotion. All she's done is trash people on the internet. Do you really need to do business with a person of this caliber? I so hope she reports this blog post or in some way tries legal action. I'm a SAHM, blogger, crafter and extremely loyal friend. I need a new playtoy. I've banked good Karma, I can let this one roll in defense of that which I love and to show the world that bullies and lies are not OK.
(After I talk to the relevant people, I may go ahead and post all the screenshots, this way it's not word against word. It's easy to tell the truth when you have it in their own words)
Remember, PERSONAL ACCOUNTABILITY. If you're going to play the game, you have to play fair. If you can't manage to do that on your own, let me help you a bit.
Link time:
The new show will be here:
https://www.patreon.com/madmanknitting/posts
Buy Gregory and Phillips books, patterns, bears and Strange Friends here:
http://gregorypatrick.bigcartel.com/
Read the blog that started it all here:
https://madmanknitting.wordpress.com/
My friend Caroline French does some amazing work over in the UK. Check her out here:
https://www.facebook.com/TheCraftyChimp/
Wednesday 23 August 2017
Busy Little Bees....
It's been a really busy week, both personally and professionally. Part of life is change and whether you like it or not, it's going to happen. Some changes take you up, some down and some feel as though they've placed you into a parallel universe. No matter the direction, it's something you have to accept. Adjust your life GPS and move on. Trying to fight it is like trying to fill a three inch crack in the Hoover Dam with Bazooka Bubble gum. It never really works out the way you planned and you spend more time patching when you should have been inflating your raft for the inevitable flood.
Monday the 21st was the Total Solar Eclipse that cut a swath across the continental United States. I can't lie, simply watching totality on a live stream from Oregon on my computer brought tears to my eyes. For some reason, it felt... well, just right. It felt complete. Maybe it felt like the end of something and the beginning of something at the same time. It's hard to describe, but for that 2 minutes or so, life felt like it has a purpose.
All the turmoil in the world disappeared and we were simply humans, on a planet, watching the sun literally put to sleep and reawaken, refreshed and renewed. If only the entire world could see how clear it all could be. How in reality, we are one. Well, we know that's not going to happen anytime soon, so it's not something to dwell on as much as it's something to hope for. Yes, hope for humanity is always a good thing. Like it or not, we're all stuck here on this marble and we've got the exact same destination written on our ticket.
Saturday, the most amazing thing happened. My good friends Gregory Patrick and Phillip Champlain embarked on the maiden voyage of the Mad Man Knitting Yarn Truck in Orlando, Florida. Mind you, this is a wholly new business venture for them and they dove into it like a fat kid into a birthday cake buffet. The amazing part is they did it in 5 weeks. YES, 5 weeks. Filming their show Knitter Be Damned for Gregory's Youtube channel Greg mentioned the idea of a mobile yarn shop set up just like so many vegetable trucks you see parked on the side of the road all over the world, except they would sell boutique yarn. The next day they set up a go fund me and were off and running. You can read the story and see the amazing photos taken by iknitty.com owner and friend of Phillip,
Monday the 21st was the Total Solar Eclipse that cut a swath across the continental United States. I can't lie, simply watching totality on a live stream from Oregon on my computer brought tears to my eyes. For some reason, it felt... well, just right. It felt complete. Maybe it felt like the end of something and the beginning of something at the same time. It's hard to describe, but for that 2 minutes or so, life felt like it has a purpose.
All the turmoil in the world disappeared and we were simply humans, on a planet, watching the sun literally put to sleep and reawaken, refreshed and renewed. If only the entire world could see how clear it all could be. How in reality, we are one. Well, we know that's not going to happen anytime soon, so it's not something to dwell on as much as it's something to hope for. Yes, hope for humanity is always a good thing. Like it or not, we're all stuck here on this marble and we've got the exact same destination written on our ticket.
Saturday, the most amazing thing happened. My good friends Gregory Patrick and Phillip Champlain embarked on the maiden voyage of the Mad Man Knitting Yarn Truck in Orlando, Florida. Mind you, this is a wholly new business venture for them and they dove into it like a fat kid into a birthday cake buffet. The amazing part is they did it in 5 weeks. YES, 5 weeks. Filming their show Knitter Be Damned for Gregory's Youtube channel Greg mentioned the idea of a mobile yarn shop set up just like so many vegetable trucks you see parked on the side of the road all over the world, except they would sell boutique yarn. The next day they set up a go fund me and were off and running. You can read the story and see the amazing photos taken by iknitty.com owner and friend of Phillip,
Laura Monroe over on her blog site.
http://iknitty.com/iknitty-visits-mad-man-knittings-yarn-truck-maiden-voyage/
Photo borrowed from iknitty.com
There have been a few changes come to the Knitter Be Damned Facebook page itself as of late also. We had a much-loved member of the KBD community move on to a brighter horizon for herself and her business and we wish her all the best. We'll miss her, but, it's that change thing rearing it's ugly head again.
The arthritis knots in the palms of my hands are back with a vengeance. I don't know what I did to piss of the, what my grandmother used to call, Auther's Right Us Gods, but they're pissed and lumpy and hurty (yes, we're making that a word now) and making me want to cry. Oddly enough I'm having no issues at all typing my normal 60+ wpm, but I pick up a crochet hook or knitting needles and my hands begin to scream at me within half an hour. This is not good for someone who not only LOVES to play with sticks and yarn but someone who makes a semi-play money living off of it. That's my to me/from me Christmas gift money. Not to mention it keeps me occupied so I don't have the overwhelming need to stab someone with a sharp object and end up smoking 3 packs of cigarettes a day. Such is life. It hands you shit, make a shit sammich and move on. (Another grandma saying, oh how I love that woman)
I actually managed during all the hoopla of everything to set my life off by a week. How you ask? Hell, I don't know, it just happened.
Here I was all excited, ready to relax, choosing bath salts for the long awaited soak in the therapeutic tub. Surrounded by quiet. Contemplating all my life has to offer and all the directions I could take it. Oh sweet mercy, my teenager was starting back to school. All of her teen angst and attitude would walk out the door for a few hours about the same time my husband would go to work. Alone time, glorious alone time, at last.
With the three of us standing in the kitchen, coffee in hand, the child presents this year's school calendar with a look of utter disdain on her face (yeah, that's her normal scowl lately) "Next week, mom!" With that look akin to a deer in the headlights, I glanced at the paper........... "NO!!" I was a week off. She doesn't start school until NEXT WEEK. Alas, all is well, shit sammich. This is beginning to feel like an "I'm broke and tired of Mac and Cheese week".
Unable to Crochit (knit and/or crochet, not mine, thank Gregory Patrick for that word, it's the best ever) I had to think of something else to occupy my mind and hands. (If you can't tell, I enjoy writing, whether you enjoy reading remains to be seen, but I love it so I'll keep going until I don't love it anymore) It hit me like a ton of bricks. I love to get on FB in our Knitter Be Damned group and chat. We chat about anything and everything. Life, love, politics, religion, knitting, painting, basically our lives. Every aspect of our lives from our passions to our accomplishments and even our failures. We're human, none of us are perfect (even if some claim that they are) Many times it's been said that our love of crafting and appreciation of Gregory brought us together, but friendship keeps us going. One of the most prominent topics on our page, second (maybe third) to yarn or politics is FOOD. Gotta eat and we love to eat. Fast, easy, cheap and good. What else is there when you don't want to put down your crafts but you have to because some LAW says you have to give sustenance to that which you birthed.
From that train of thought came the idea of the Knitter Be Damned cookbook. We're constantly posting about things we made for whatever meal we're about to consume. Photos, ideas, new foods, old comfort foods. We are people, we are real, we love to eat and we love to make it fast, easy and tasty. What better way to honor ourselves as a group than to compile all of our collective knowledge into one place?
After a back and forth with Greg and the realization that this group, these amazing people, made the Yarn Truck idea a reality with ideas, donations and support there was a way we could give back. Help one of them the way they helped Knitter Be Damned. We've got a few members whom, in the course of normal conversation, disclosed that they were either tight on money, were in need of something basic or needed some kind of help. There's not one bit of shame to be had opening up to friends. We all need an ear to bend once in a while. Well, we listened and concocted an idea.
We're gonna do this book. We're gonna sell this book. We're gonna take the proceeds from those sales and through an application and voting process, donate that money to one member of our group who needs it, every month. It may not be much, but it's something and it comes from a place of love and appreciation.
If you have any family recipes, with or without photos you're willing to share, please do. You'll get full credit (even if you're not a member of Knitter Be Damned). Either send them to the contact link on this blog, Google +, or email directly to skassabgi@gmail.com. Thank you so much for being there for us, let us be there for you. Together, we can make something amazing.
Link time- If you want to know more about Knitter Be Damned (the show and/or the FB page) or Gregory Patrick or Phillip Champlain and his Strange Friends, all the links are below. I'll keep them on every post unless something drastic changes.
Love and Kisses,
Steff
http://gregorypatrick.bigcartel.com/ - Greg and Phillips shop (Books, Bears and strange Friends)
https://madmanknitting.wordpress.com/ - Gregory Patrick's Blog
https://www.facebook.com/groups/116323758918485/ -Knitter Be Damned FB Page
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCFUcADv2iqffMvDFIF_yQxQ - Gregory Patrick Youtube
http://iknitty.com/ - iknitty.com blog (amazing stuff)
http://www.ravelry.com/designers/neil-james/patterns - Big Daddy Neil James patterns
https://www.etsy.com/ca/shop/TheCraftyChimp?ref=search_shop_redirect -Caroline French's shop
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCFUcADv2iqffMvDFIF_yQxQ - Gregory Patrick Youtube
http://iknitty.com/ - iknitty.com blog (amazing stuff)
http://www.ravelry.com/designers/neil-james/patterns - Big Daddy Neil James patterns
https://www.etsy.com/ca/shop/TheCraftyChimp?ref=search_shop_redirect -Caroline French's shop
Friday 4 August 2017
Liberal fence jumping at it's finest...
When I started this blog earlier this week, I saw it as an opportunity to show those who think they know me exactly what they've gotten themselves into by calling me their friend. It's turned into so much more in such a short time.
Last night in my favorite Knitting/Not knitting/Crochet/Not crochet group on Facebook (Knitter Be Damned, look us up) something akin to a PURGE was conducted. I label the group this way because yarn and fiber crafts initially brought us together, but it has grown into something so much more. There are Liberals, Conservatives, Independents, gay, straight, bi, dog lovers, cat lovers ( I think we may even have someone with a squirrel fetish, I'm not sure) my point is, it takes all kinds to make a community. They migrated to our little slice of FB because we have only 1 rule. Respect your fellow human being. Voice your opinions, speak your mind, stomp your feet and vent your frustrations, but don't take it personally and don't get personal. We had some people that joined that were incapable of following that simple directive so a few buttons were pushed and the shit storm ensued.
What started this shit storm you may ask? The words... I LOVE TRUMP
You would think that Satan himself flew in from hell on the red eye and farted fire on every baby in a NICU. Some of these people completely LOST THEIR MINDS. We're always up for a healthy debate, throwing facts and posting links. Not necessarily trying to change anyone's mind, but opening their eyes to more than one truth from different angles. Nope, not happening, within the first couple replies the word IDIOT was thrown out there like fresh poo in the monkey house. No debate, no information, no facts, just name calling. No matter what was said, a hard line stand was taken and being defended harder than Davy Crockett defended the Alamo. With what at stake? Pride, simple pride.
I've never wanted to be a political blogger. I never intended on writing anything political at all, but when my friends and I are discussing politics and are attacked like we're wearing Lady Gaga's raw meat dress to a dog fight, it's time to speak out. I chose to do this here on my blog because the people that matter will read it from the link I'll post on the FB page and it keeps my dear friends out of the line of fire. Gregory Patrick has had enough of that. He was personally attacked and a campaign to destroy his reputation and livelihood undertaken by a group of women who didn't like a "pussy hat" comment he made. (I'll say more on that later) This is me, all me and if you don't like it, have the cojones (co-ho-nays) to call me out directly, if not, you've proven my point for me.
Yes, I jumped the fence. I was a die hard Liberal/Democrat for a decade. Believe in governmental action to achieve equal opportunity and equality for all, and that it is the duty of the State to alleviate social ills and to protect civil liberties and individual and human rights. Believe the role of the government should be to guarantee that no one is in need.
Then my daughter was born in 2001. I was working 50+ hours a week, my bring home pay was $685 every 2 weeks. Not 1 program in Massachusetts did I qualify for. No daycare discount, food stamps, rental assistance, nothing. I made too much money, so it was hand to mouth, paycheck to paycheck and robbing Peter to pay Paul. (Pay 1/2 the light bill so I could put gas in my car, then pay half the gas bill to pay over due on the light bill, you get the idea) I fancied calling it "Creative Financing".
Then a few laws were passed in MA, a full on Blue state. If you were an illegal alien, no green card, no visa no work permit you were eligible for everything. Free food, shelter, medical care and because you were illegal and couldn't get a job, help with your lights, gas, phone, cable, and internet. Befuddled I realized that these people who didn't even come to the state legally were being given everything on MY DIME. I was paying more taxes to cover the costs of their lifestyle and they were living better than I was. Programs I didn't qualify for they were getting for free without restriction because "they needed the help". That was the beginning of the end of my relationship with Liberalism.
With every year that passed since then, I've gone further and further over the fence. Immigration and the refugee situation. Healthcare. All of the groups that have come out of the woodwork demanding what they contrive to be "EQUAL" rights. Hate to tell you, equal rights means EQUAL. It doesn't mean you get more or are to be considered special, it means you are JUST LIKE EVERYONE ELSE. The US Constitution gives everyone the right to Life, Liberty and the PURSUIT of Happiness. It does not give you the RIGHT TO HAPPINESS. It's not the government's job to make your life easier or to ensure that you're happy. YOU HAVE TO TAKE SOME PERSONAL RESPONSIBILITY.
The final fling over that great divide was the "OFFENDED" bull shit. You can't say this, that or the other because someone might get offended. Do you know what that really means? Awww, don't hurt his widdle feewings. At what point did it become the job of every other human being to make sure you don't get upset. You know what...it's your right to get upset. Just like it's the right of the person to say what they said to upset you. You can't pick and choose whose rights supersede whose.
Laws are being passed, not only in the US but Canada also that remove all thinking and common sense from the individual. My personal favorite at the moment is the Walking while texting laws that have cropped up like Kudzu in a hot Georgia forest. If you choose to text while you're walking down a sidewalk and you step into traffic without looking up from your phone, who's fault is it? Why is it necessary for the government to spend the money to research, write up, pass, implement and enforce a law that should be common sense to the masses? You're requesting nay demanding that the government take care of you as if you're a child so you don't have to think, and on everyone else's dime. I'm not even going to touch the laws that have come about regarding how to raise children in a way that turns them into complete unthinking idiots with no sense of true value other than "I'm special"
Speaking of "I'm Special". On to our current POTUS. I say OUR because while I live in Canada I am still and always will be a US Citizen. I love the United States and I love Canada and I have had the amazing opportunity to live in both. Now, on to the show.
Whether you voted for him or not, whether you like him or not. He holds the role of Commander in Chief of the US Armed Forces and President of the United States. The office itself deserves due respect and it's an extremely UnAmerican sentiment to disparage either post. As for the man himself, there are a few truths that you're really not going to like and as stated above, it's as much your right not to like them as it is for mine to state them.
He won the election. "But, not by popular vote!" you scream. I say, "He's not the first and he won't be the last to hold that particular distinction." It's a simple (not really that simple) matter of demographics. The right number of votes in the right places to secure the electoral college votes and boom, you're in. It's been like this for centuries and no matter how much you scream, yell and stomp your feet on social media, it's not going to change until someone decides to take it under their wing and enact change.
Have you ever had a friend tell you "OMG, you have to meet this person, they're just like you, you'll have so much in common!" and you finally give in and go meet that person and CAN'T STAND BEING IN THE SAME ROOM WITH THEM? Yeah, I have too. Psychologists will tell you you can't stand that person BECAUSE they are just like you. We tend to dislike and exaggerate the characteristics in others that we don't like in ourselves. I'll let you mull that over for a moment and reread it if necessary.
Donald J Trump is NOT a politician. He's human. He's a business man. He's an American. I repeat he's an American. For decades it's been said, if you're an American tourist, don't announce that you're American. Some places don't like Americans. They're brash, rude, self-important, speak without thinking, self-centered, self-entitled, chest thumping bullies, unrefined blowhards. Sound familiar?
Believe it or not, the majority of Americans are all of the above and more. But, they also care about their country and family. They will go to the mat to defend what they believe in and they really do want something better. In a society of NOW NOW NOW, that's not the easiest thing to accomplish. The collective gets an idea in their head and they want it yesterday and there's quite a bit of fumbling along with 2 steps forward and 1 step back.
You heard a lot of Trump supporters saying during the election "He says what's on his mind." That's true. Straight pipe from the brain to the lips, no deviation, no filter to soften the blow. I don't agree with everything he says, but it's my right not to... (yeah, if you've come this far, I think you get the gist) On more rare occasions I heard someone say "He says out loud, what other people say behind closed doors" I think that's a more accurate description.
Hypocrisy has become a way of life in North America, it had to. With the laws being passed against free speech and to avoid hurting someone's feelings and candy coating everything to make it easier to swallow, life, in general, has become an obstacle course to be navigated with a touch so delicate as not to break the web that's been woven fearing society will fall apart. We did this, we made this happen, we brought this on. Every single one of us by inaction. Being a keyboard warrior is not action, it's not social justice, it's pissing and moaning on the internet from the comfort of your home/office/coffee shop while drinking Diet Cokes, lattes and $9 coffees.
The majority of Americans ARE NOT the refined, well dressed, well mannered, articulate, clean cut, high school prom king and queen types that so many people think of with dreams of the Nuclear family, white picket fence, 2 kids mom and dad. We're messy. We're single parents, exhausted from being over worked and under paid. There are narcissistic parents, over zealous mall security guards, hell, an array of irritations and troubles that interrupt those daytime fantasies. We want more and most of us deserve more. The catch 22 is, to have more you have to give more of yourself, you can't expect the government to do everything for you, it's not a sustainable model. Unlike what's being taught to our children, life IS NOT fair. There are winners and there are losers and the real difference between the two is who really wanted it more. Life is full of irritations and you can't always have what you want and many people choose to deal with that with attitude.
Like it or not, from this point of view, Trump IS AMERICA, you don't have to like it and I know some of you don't. (I'm picturing so many ways being contrived regarding my demise) He is all those things that the world sees America as and even we ourselves see it and we hate it. So with the need for hypocrisy, all that hate and disdain we see for ourselves we deflect. He's your friend's friend. You hate him because he's everything you hate about yourself.
I'm not going to go into an/or discuss the election or accusations about either party. In the here and now, they are a moot point. Screaming but this and that does nothing to further the goals for this great land. Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness are your rights. You have life, you have liberty and how you choose to pursue happiness is up to you and you alone. If you're happy being miserable, I'm happy for you. If you're not, get off your ass and change it.
Thanks for reading.
Thursday 3 August 2017
Lies by omission.... It's still a thing apparently
The decline of one of the largest and most respected companies in the world is written on the wall, nay, it is carved in stone for all eternity.
I remember the smell and feel of the perfumes, bubble baths, lotions and creams of Avon. They still have one of the most recognized beauty lines in the world. Their independent sales reps were some of the most coveted of friends. If you had an Avon Lady, you were set. You had all your beauty needs at your finger tips.
Who doesn't remember grabbing an Avon campaign booklet and circling everything you wanted and just waiting and hovering by your door or phone for her to call and take your order or telling you she would be by tomorrow with your delivery?
These women worked. They worked HARD. Cultivating customer relationships and later, forming a "team" that they could send amongst the masses to introduce and sell this amazing and ever growing line of products to. The harder you work, the more time you invest, the more rewards you reap. That's business. You could take pride in how hard you worked and that gained you an even more coveted spot on the list.
In the United States (not sure about other countries at the moment), Avon gives their reps and individual website and all the materials and information to do all this from home. There are women who never sell face to face. They can strategically place those little books and flyers everywhere with their website address and e-mail address on a sticker on the back and people can grab the book, go online, order, pay and it's delivered right to their front door without ever seeing their rep face to face or talking on the phone. This is the way society is now. All digital, all the time and we seem to not only like it, we thrive on it.
Avon Canada promotes all these New and exciting opportunities for advertising your home business online. Blast it on Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, Pinterest, blogs. Make yourself known, set out those campaign booklets (50 cents to $1.35 each, gotta spend money to make money). Cultivate customer relationships, send email brochures, sell yourself and the Avon brand.
For someone like me, who LOVES being online and has Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, Pinterest and a Blog, this was a dream. I could do what I love and make a few dollars to buy the Avon products I know and love. Sounds great right?
I spent 2 days researching on the internet. Watching youtube videos, reading articles and blogs, making sure that this was something I was willing to put my time and effort into. Surprisingly, I found very little in any of these places about Avon Canada. Avon in the US is EVERYWHERE. Websites, blogs, videos, every ounce of social media you can imagine. I learned that Avon Canada, Avon US, and Avon Puerto Rico are all owned by the same Corporate company. (apparently, other countries around the world are under the Avon banner, but owned by separate entities) I thought THIS IS AWESOME. I may be able to hit this running on an entire continent. I know folks. If they don't want to jump on as a rep on my team, I'll make em a customer. Few bucks here and a few there. It all adds up.
My first red flag was when I send an email to corporate Avon Canada asking about continental reach for customers and team building and 3 days later, NO RESPONSE. Hmmm, interesting. I'm thinking, maybe it got lost in the shuffle, so I made a couple phone calls to Avon Canada reps here in Montreal and ask my questions. Quite a bit of confusion. No one could answer my questions. Hmmm, interesting. The next step was to go on the Avon Canada Facebook page and request a rep from either corporate or with knowledge of the company to please pm me, I had questions. I made it clear that I didn't want or need a sales pitch, I'd done the research and I'd like a few answers to help with my final decision.
Half an hour later I get a pm on Facebook from a sweet and kind young lady in British Columbia. ( I thought this was odd, considering I'm in Quebec, but oh well, she speaks English, awesome) Through my messaging conversation with her, I learned that Avon Canada is ONLY for Canada, you can't sell to or recruit anyone outside Canada. I mentioned, that it was alright, I know quite a few stay at home moms here in Montreal and through FB, Twitter, my knit and crochet groups I knew quite a few people. This could still work. She touted all the wonderful things social media had done for all the Avon Canada reps across the country.
After another couple hours of reading and searching, I decided to do this. Great opportunity and no money up front. (Some kind of join free promotion) Since I was the only one that could answer my questions I gave her a call and did what needed to be done to become an Avon Canada Rep. I was EXCITED!! Looking forward to blasting all of social media with product lines and promotions and sales and all the fun stuff I love to do on a daily basis. Blogging and maybe doing short videos about how great it is to be a member of an amazing company by women and for women.
Then.... it began to creep in. All the things that were omitted not said and skirted around. AND the real reason you don't find much online about Avon Canada. I can't and won't say that it's a flat out LIE. It's a lie by omission.
I created an email address, twitter handle, Pinterest board, FB page, yeah, I ran it all. Went onto the Avon.ca website, logged into my account and placed an order for a starter kit, samples, books, all of it. Everything I would need to get this thing up and running full force. I messaged my leader because I couldn't find the link or any information on the website for a web address to give to customers or place on a sticker on a flyer/book/card that would direct a customer or potential team member to MY site for sales or information. That's when everything I had been told began to unravel.
I could cut and paste the conversation here for all to read and trust me it's a good read. Many attempts to skirt the issues, claims that this or that was said, cut and paste of the previous conversation (so there was no doubt as to what was said). I'll shorten this post by simple bullet points.
- YOU WON'T GET A SITE, you have to have your customers go to Avon.ca and register as a new customer.
- You can have a personalized web address through a company called Intravon.ca for $26 a year
- All Intravon is is a ROUTING page, no HTML no graphics, just your name and a SHOP NOW button that sends the customer to the Avon.ca website where they have to register
- NONE of YOUR information is included in that routing, during registration the customer has to click a little radio button saying that they know a rep. If they happen to find that button during registration they have to fill in your information themselves.
- If the customer happens to not see that little button, they are assigned a random rep in the area. (YES, you read right, they miss a tiny button on the page and someone else gets the customer that YOU cultivated and spent money on materials for)
- Customers CAN NOT pay for their orders on the site. No Interac, no credit cards, nothing. They order and you get an email to approve, finalize and submit the order.
- Everything is shipped to YOU. There is no option for direct shipping to the customer's home/office or other destination.
- YOU have to go hunt down the customer, collect the money and when ready, hand deliver the product.
Why the answer is simple. I have to CALL the customer and have them transfer the money to me by Paypal, Interac etransfer or some other method. Finalize and submit the order with Avon.ca. Once the order comes in, I have to repackage it, take it to Canada Post and ship it to the customer. All fees for this come out of MY pocket.
So, in a nutshell, Avon Canada really is the Avon you remember from your mother and grandmother. They're about 10 years behind in technology, distribution, and information. The ONLY way you can ensure that you're getting your customers and team members is to hoof it door to door like they did 25+ years ago. Only in your neighborhood with your friends and your family. The only person making any money in this company by women/for women is Avon Canada.
I looked up the libel laws in Canada and for any entity to come after me for posting this, they have to prove that it's an exaggeration or lie. Yeah, that's not gonna happen. There's documentation. They would have to completely revamp their entire business model and back date it to yesterday. I'll gladly take a libel hit if that happens because it would mean a world of difference to literally MILLIONS of women in Canada. (oh yeah, there WILL be a video of this on you tube also)
So, yes Virginia, there is a reason you don't find much information on Avon Canada on the internet.
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