Today the other shoe fell.  I thought my hip was ok after it was relocated, but apparently not.  The orthopedic office called and want to schedule surgery on it.  At this point I don’t really know the details, but will update the blog as I am informed.  I’m disappointed because I was really enjoying both the You Tube channel and the blog but will be on both as much as possible until I can’t be.  Right now I’m not allowed to walk or bend more than 90 degrees from the waist, so I am not able to do any crafting and I have so many really great ideas to share.  In the immortal words from the “Terminator,” I’ll be back,

Yesterday I discovered bending over the clothes drier can and will, dislocate your artificial hip.  Since I’ve had this hip since 1992,  I’ve never really thought about my hip coming out of the socket on it’s own.  If I had a choice, I wouldn’t have chosen to make that error in judgment, but I did.  So two hours on the floor with the paramedics trying to find a way to get me out of the small enclosure I was in, we made it to the hospital.  I won’t bore you with the grueling details, but let’s say, it wasn’t particularly fun.

The only reason I’m putting this out, is to let you know that once I’m on my feet again, I’ll be creating a lot of really great videos.  So stay tuned.

I think I am a pretty organized person.  I’ll admit that occasionally I put things in odd places, but sometimes I think I might be a little insane.  Take for instance the shopping list I made and then immediately lost.  Rich found it for me and then within ten minutes, it was lost forever.  How do things like that happen?  I had it in my hand one minute and the next, gone.  Where do things like that end up and why do they never materialize?  It’s a strange phenomenon to me but it happens more increasingly with women of a certain age group, let’s say.  As if we haven’t been through enough for the last 35-45 years, now we lose our minds?  There are words that just disappear the moment I’m going to say them.  Where do they go and how have I known these words all my life, only to forget them now?

And lastly, the case of the missing pompoms.  I made a video that came from a combination of things, one being a project from Michael’s.  They had sparkly pompoms on their project, (I know, I can’t believe I even said the words), so I thought I’d put them on mine as well.  I bought them, saw them go into the bag, never to be seen again.  Are they with the list from the same day?  Will either ever be seen again?  One last note about them–today I went to a different craft store to replace said pompoms and had no idea where to find them.  I asked a worker where I could find them and with a straight face, the employee said, “In the pompom aisle.”   “Are you kidding me,” I thought, there couldn’t be a whole aisle of them.  Of course there was, and it had a sign above it saying, (you’ll never guess), pompoms.  I guess I never realized the sales appeal of said pompoms. Then again, maybe the big demand for them is because of women like me, who lose the first bag,  only to have to replace it later. Or maybe it’s a pompom conspiracy, when you only think you bought them or saw them go into the bag.  And that list, it’s still in the void, never to be seen again.

I finished a project today that involved using four tubes of glitter.  I think my pants and the floor hold at least two of those tubes.  It’s a really cute Santa hat and I think it will be a big hit because it’s pretty simple and has big appeal.  I’m not saying that because I made it, but because I saw that Michaels had a Mason jar turned into something similar and I thought it was really cute.  It’s my own slant on it.  But I made a huge MacGyver like find today.  I think many crafters have heard that Swiffer Dust mop sheets make great glitter removers, but I found a new and cheaper way to wipe off glitter and it really works.  Dry baby wipes work like a dream!  I couldn’t believe how much glitter they picked up off of really difficult surfaces like the sticky part of an inexpensive silicone mat.  I always end up with part of a baby wipe sticking out of my holder so naturally I have some dry pieces.  I’m so excited that it worked because it’s one less thing I have to keep buying when I use my stash.  Yay!  So a very big day for me.  I feel like I had a moment of Einstein. (Maybe I’ve taken it too far.)  MacGyver it is.

I went to the Dollar Tree today and found some crafty fun.  I’m excited to try to do a Styrofoam wreath, although how, I have no idea.  I don’t look at Pinterest.  I’m not sure why, but it feels like cheating when you steal someone else’s idea.  Weird, I know.  I’m willing to do it for a diy project, but not for crafts.  I try to be a little different, quirky, if you will.  I know that there are a million ideas out there, but somehow, I want mine to be a million and one.  Then again, just because it isn’t on the internet doesn’t mean someone else hasn’t created the exact thing I am making.  For now, we’ll just assume that no one in the history of the world has ever even mildly considered one of my crafts, unless of course, they saw it on my You Tube page and then they can make it all they want.

And what happens when there’s no inspiration or clue?  It’s too early to think about that.  For now, I’ll continue on in my oblivion of the perfect craft (that I’ll never see) on Pinterest.

Life is back to normal today and I couldn’t be happier.  I made two videos and transformed into my alter ego, MacGyver.  I know it’s hard to believe, but sometimes I even scare myself with the ideas I come up with.  First of all, if you know anything about me, you know I have a fondness for ribbon.  I don’t have any preferences, no that’s not true.  I absolutely love ribbon that is wide, sheer and feels like heaven.  But I digress.  I was making a card that was navy blue and had silver glittery paper on it and it called for navy blue glittery ribbon, naturally!  I thought I had some, come on, I had to have some, I but couldn’t find it..  I know it’s hard to believe.  After all, if you saw my craft room video, you know I am the neatest of crafters.  (That room has never been that clean before that day or since, to be perfectly honest.)  So I had a very large ball of embroidery thread or tatting yarn, I don’t really know what it’s called, but it was beige.  So I pulled out my trusty Night of Navy ink pad and found an old baggy in the garbage and pulled the thread/yarn whatever, through it.  Then I put a dollop (yes, I used the word dollop) of glitter glue into the same baggy and dragged the thread/yarn back through it and now I have navy blue glitter thread/yarn for my card.   I know you’re amazed, me too!  Of all the craft tricks I’ve tried, about 90% fail, so I was really surprised and thrilled it worked.   I have to say, after a craft success like that one, MacGyver needs to take a break, it’s only fair.

In twenty-five years in banking, I never told anyone anything about my health, other than I was scheduled for surgery.  I don’t talk about my health and only did it on the tour of the room to ensure people knew where I was coming from.  It’s not that I am ashamed of my disease, it’s more that if I ignore it, others will as well.  I know it’s a foolish thought when basically all you see are my hands, but I am more than my disease.  Unfortunately, today I’m in pain.  Not the normal kind that I can easily ignore, but the kind that all the narcotics and steroids in the world can’t erase.  I know a lot of you know what I am talking about.  When you have a day like this, you wonder if you’ll be able to take it.  But you will.  We were made to experience pain.  We were also made to experience everything else the world has to offer.   So we have to look to tomorrow, in hopes that the medications will work, or the weather will change, or we will just get some slight reprieve.  There’s always tomorrow.  I’m counting on it, and so should you.