Friday, November 18, 2016

Bonded by Boobs

Okay...stay with me a minute!

Last year, on 09/12/15 to be exact, I joined a wonderful group of woman who knit for charity.  We knit (and those that can, crochet) breast forms for women who have had a mastectomy(ies) for whatever reason.  The organization is called Awesome Breastforms because... well because they are pretty awesome!  The wonderful group of women who came up with this group and developed patterns have revised the patterns numerous times, only trying to make them better.  They test and evaluate and color check the yarns that are used and only let the very best ones go through!  They have checked fillers and stuffings, and again, only let the very best ones go through.

In this charity group, I am required to knit at least one form every 60 days to remain current.   I am required to purchase only approved yarn and approved filling for the forms.  I am required to pay for postage, including the box and packing materials, on my own.  I buy business cards and print out care instructions which go with every order.  All this is done at my expense.  It may sound like a lot, but really, the rewards of being with such a group far outweigh any expense!

I will get back to the group with information in a minute...but first I wanted to explain "Bonded by Boobs."

In March of this year, I was contacted by one of the administrators of the group to see if I wanted to be a mentor or helper as they call it.  I was thrilled!  I have only been knitting like 5 years and barely feel qualified to knit for family much less mentor much more experienced and way better knitters than I.  I thought about it for like 63 seconds and then said, "YES!!!"  It is hard being a helper sometimes, you have to critique other's work and tell them what needs to be changed or knitting a bit tighter or making the forms a bit rounder...the list goes on and on.   I answer numerous questions about the group and about the forms and about system of obtaining orders and sending orders.  I know..it sounds like a lot, but really it's not!

During this process, I have mentored a few women.  A few have graduated and a few have left and decided to give it another go at a later date.    It is not an easy group to get into and you have to be committed; sometimes that is just a little more for women who have smaller children or full times jobs can do.  No judgement...I get it.  I certainly would not have been able to be a part of this group when my children were home.

In the process of mentoring, there are a LOT of private messaging on Facebook going on!  They ask a question, I answer it.  They send a picture of a measurement, we discuss why or why not this will work.  They send a picture of the finished form and we discuss what needs to be done to make it an Awesome Breastform!  Then it goes to QA who have a say...sometimes they say something is not quite right and it is back to the drawing board.  Sometimes they give two thumbs up and then the real fun begins!

After my helpee has graduated and is accepting offers, they are pretty much on their own.  They certainly don't need me anymore.  I offer to be available for questions or concerns or whatever, but really at this point our relationship as helpee/helper has come to an end.

Or has it?!?  I can honestly say that more often than not, I have become friends with these women!  I mean, like real friends.  One of these women had surgery and I really worried about her and worried about how she was coming along. One (or two!!) of them is a dog lover and we discuss our fur babies.  One of them has a cop in the family...we have chatted about that!   One of them feels like a sista from another mista who only buys cheap yarn and we are only separated by miles!  I can't even begin to express what each of these women mean to me.  I love it when I get a message from them - about boobs or about something else!  I love keeping in contact with them and seeing them in their real lives yet knowing how wonderful each and every one of them is by knitting forms for women who just want their curves back!  We have definitely been bonded by boobs (BTW, stole this from one of my friends) and this swells my heart with such love!

And...I cannot even say enough of the women who run the group.  Taking orders, giving out orders, making sure we have the information on our order, making sure they have been sent out in a timely manner, getting us business cards, sharing information about what is working best, what isn't, answering numerous questions, keeping anonymity of those who order, developing customized forms for those who need it, developing patterns for women who need swim forms, revising patterns to make them better, keeping track of who's who, doing QA on all forms going out, sending everyone in the group birthday wishes on their birthday, starting secret Santa!, doing fun contests, making sample packs for doctors offices/hospitals, keeping up the website, keeping up the groups on Facebook...the list is really endless on what these fine women do! I don't know how they do it all!  Really?!?  I can barely run one household and knit boobs one order at a time.  They are blessed by what they do and by what they have accomplished and those of us in the group are blessed by them!

So..now the important stuff.  If you know someone or are someone in need of Awesome Breastforms (absolutely free of charge!! No shipping charges, nothing!!)  or if you would like to volunteer your time and your wonderful talent to this wonderful group (we will start accepting new recruits again in January, taking time off for the holidays!), please visit their site: http://awesomebreastforms.org/   You too can be part of an awesome group with awesome organizers and awesome helpers (if I do say so myself!) and become awesome friends and give awesome women back their curves and become Bonded by Boobs!

XOXO

PS:  Here are some of my boobs:

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Two Things....

I love about my husband's birthday!

Today, my husband is growing another year older!  Happy birthday to my wonderful man!

Yesterday we talked a bit about his birthday and he stated that he hated when his birthday rolled around (I cannot even imagine being that old!!).  I, on the other hand, am very grateful for it.  I honestly think that his last two birthdays have been a gift to me.  Last year, Trenty was sooooooo sick, I wondered if he would even see another birthday.  After being in the hospital, on and off, for 6+ months, being fed through a nasogastric tube which failed and then having to be on total parenteral nutrition (TPN) for months, losing 90 pounds, being on constant pain medications, and losing all will to go on another day, he survived.  Today, his 54th birthday, is proof of that.  Frankly, I love this day and I hope I am able to continue to celebrate it with him for years and years to come.  Call me selfish...but I love Trenty's birthday because it means he is here, with me.  It is a gift, for me.

The second thing I love about his birthday.... he is officially six (6) years older than me again!  May through September are rough months!

I love you, Trenty, with my whole heart.  I used to think my heart beats for you, but in fact, my heart beats with you. Without you....I cannot even imagine....

XOXO

Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Two Things...

...I miss from my childhood.

This post could actually be entitled, "One Hundred and Two things..."  I think as adults we miss most things about our childhoods.  I miss not being responsible for the food on the table or the roof over my head.  I miss not knowing what bills were due.  I miss being footloose and fancy free!

But the two things I was thinking of I just had a dream about.  Weird, I know!!

The first thing I miss is my Tinker Toys!  Man, could I build with those things!  I came up with many different creations.  Things that would swing wide and hang low.  I would make things that were so stationary even the dog could not knock them over!  I would make things to crawl through or specifically not to crawl through!  I made Barbie some wonderful houses and Ken a great condo!  I would make things that would stay up for days and others that would come down right away.  I remember sometimes never having enough to finish the things I would imagine.  I also remember a distinct smell -- probably the lead paint!

The second thing I miss is my Spirograph!  Man, could I draw with that thing!  I, of course, had the "Deluxe" set with different shapes, so not all of my wonderful art on the fridge was just in a circle.  I would use two different size rings and make like the best drawing ever created!  Sometimes I would try to make the same thing twice...I don't think I ever did, I don't think I ever could.  I remember there were some really hard ones, the gears just wouldn't line up perfectly and it was a struggle to get around the frame!  Or...that dreadful -- slip! Yikes, nothing looked worse than that ugly pen mark going all willy nilly through what could have been the next Mona Lisa...if only.

Don't get me wrong...I also loved my Lite Brite and my Barbies and my electric football game and my Easy Bake Oven -- but for today, the two things on my mind are Tinker Toys and Spirograph.

I could have been an amazing architect or a famous artist had I only not given it all up for boys!

XOXO

Monday, August 8, 2016

Two Things...

I love about being a mama to my fur babies!

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They are ALWAYS happy to see me.  It doesn't matter if I left for 5 minutes to get the mail or if I was gone all day -- they have missed me and they are soooo glad mama is home!  I am greeted with warm, wet kisses and happy barks of joy and paws up on my legs.  They maybe weren't sure if I was returning, but I did and man, oh, man that gives them complete joy.  I can't think of anything making me happier when I enter the house to see my babies jumping up and down and excited and grateful that I am back.

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They will protect me.  A few weeks back, someone broke into our house.  Before the house alarm went off, Moose gave one bark, an alarm bark.  Being it was 2:30 in the morning and I was sleeping, I told Moosie that it was okay  and to go back to sleep.  He ignored my request and gave yet another one bark alarm.  Two seconds later, the house alarm went off.

Trent grabbed the gun and immediately headed for downstairs.  Normally Moosie and Maggie would be following Daddy downstairs -- I mean, he might be getting something to eat!  But this time, they absolutely did not leave my side.  In fact, when the police came, my babies were still upstairs protecting their mama.  Nothing was going to happen to me -- Trent was downstairs with the gun and my babies were upstairs just waiting.

A few weeks have passed, Moosie is still in full on protect mode.  He has always been a bit clingy and a little anxious when left alone (I hate to think what his life was like before he moved in with his forever family), but lately, he rarely leaves my side.  He is always in my sight -- unless Daddy goes down for food in the middle of the night - I mean Moosie does have priorities!

I have no doubt that Maggie and Moosie would have torn someone up had they came into my house unwelcomed and unannounced.

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BONUS -- third thing.

They cannot lie to me!  When I come home and they have gone through the trash, I know, immediately who is the culprit.  Or at least, who started it.  I will point to the trash on the floor and ask who did this.  Moosie will instantly look at Maggie who will instantly drop her gaze.  She wont even look at me.  I will ask a few times if Maggie did this, and she will refuse to make eye contact.  Then, I will go to Moosie and ask him if he helped her, he immediately will drop his gaze.

I love those two knuckle heads!




XOXO

Velvet

Wednesday, August 3, 2016

Two Things...

I miss about my dad -- Everything and ....Everything.

Up until six years ago, August 3rd meant nothing to me.  I can't recall ever giving this date a second thought.  Now, I think about this date all of the time.  I have feelings of dread when it is coming close, I have deep sadness when it arrives, and as it passes, I know that in 365 days it will be here again.  I think about this date in May as my birthday approaches, in November as Thanksgiving approaches, in December as Christmas approaches, and in January as a new year starts and a birthday, not forgotten, is here.   I think about this date when good things happen to me and I think about this date when not so good things happen.  I think about this date randomly for no reason.  I think about my life six years ago and my life now and all the wonderful things that have been missed.  I think about my life six years from now and think about all the wonderful things that will be missed.

As I sit here and write this, I am letting myself cry and I am letting myself laugh.  I am thinking about the phone calls asking if we have had an earthquake in Cali.  I am thinking about the times while I was working on the computer and my daddy would send an instant message and I would ignore it because I was too busy.  I am trying to remember how many times I was asked if I had fallen on my head.  I am thinking about missed moments to say I love you.  I am thinking about all the times I did say it.  I am thinking about being tricked because "I can't pinch you without a thumb."  I am remembering explaining to my daddy that sideburns were out and we needed to file them down a bit - hello 1980!  I am remembering our "curfew" banter -- I am remembering my dates looking at me like I was a weirdo with a curfew of 10:23pm.  I am remembering late night pizza runs and root beer floats.  I am remembering Halley's Comet  and all the star gazing in between.  I am remembering the carton of empty "leche" flying across the room.  I am remembering taking off your boots.

Six years is 72 months, 312 weeks, 2190 days, 52560 hours.  I just know, anyway you look at it, it is a long time for a daddy's girl to be without her daddy. Even one day is a long time.

I wish you were here, Daddy.  I wish I had one more day with you.  I love you, Daddy and I miss you with every beat of my heart.  You are loved and thought of often.

XOXO

Daddy's Girl