Resurrected

A few years ago my life was very different. I spent a large portion of my waking hours at the D.C. Armory on a wooden floor, pads on my knees, elbows, wrists and head, hot Pants on my ass, leather and wheels on my feet, playing roller derby. I loved it. I loved it so much, I wanted to start a blog about it. I just happened upon the forgotten first and only post from that blog..."What Would Cheesus Do?". I

I wish Cheesus had kept on blogging. And now, the one and only post from my alter ego:

If you read my other blog Libby's World, you may be surprised at the lack of images in What Would Cheesus Do. That is because I needed a place to just write. To be a little self indulgent. I know when I visit a creative blog, I want to be visually inspired. A few sentences are OK. I can even put up with a paragraph or two, but what I really want is pictures. You won't find as many of those here on WWCheesusDo? That is what Libby's World is for. My main goal with this blog is to reveal a little more of myself and to explore inspirational people (mostly women) as I come across them in my life. I won't lie, in the beginning I will probably explore a lot of what is going on in my own life right now and how I have suddenly found a new source of power. That power came in the form of Grilled Cheesus, my Roller Derby alter ego. Where I am hesitant Cheesus rockets forward. While my brain is thinking "I can't weave my way through all of these skaters without killing one of them or myself" Cheesus' feet encased in skates are rolling through a pace line, hip checking women along the way. Thanks to my new Derby sisters, I have learned to stop apologizing and start moving. For awhile I thought I had to find my inner anger to be a good Derby skater. One night at practice a veteran skater said to me "It's not about finding your anger, it's about finding your power." A light that had been turned off for a very long time suddenly came on. Power, it is so easy to think you are tapped into it and not even realize you have lost it somewhere along the way. That power is easy to find, it's not far from where you left it. It just wants to have the dust shaken off and be put back where it belongs. In your heart and in your mind.

R.I.P. Grilled Cheesus

Thanks for the memories and the power.

Walk Don't Run

I have a friend who walks this bridge regularly.

When I was a little girl  I would visit my grandmother for two weeks every summer and we would walk everywhere. My grandmother didn't drive due to a few unfortunate driving incidents in her younger years so she walked. We walked two miles to the grocery store, five miles to swimming lessons at the YMCA and up to six miles to get to a worthy fabric store. And then we would walk home again.

I love to walk. I like to take things slowly but in life, things have a way of speeding up. Life rolls downhill and whether I want to or not I inadvertently speed up. One child becomes two, two become three, then four. The hours in the day become shorter and shorter and the tasks assigned to those hours multiply like the children. I am rolling downhill gathering more and more tasks, jobs and commitments, a giant snowball bent on getting bigger and more unmanageable as I pick up speed. I am out of control. And then suddenly things screech to a halt. 

I experience a back injury that hobbles me the way no childbirth, no sickness, no surgery ever has. I must stay home and stay still. I cannot drive, but I can walk. In the beginning though I can't even physically walk so I walk through my mind, and books, I walk through other people's mind's via their blogs. I come across a woman named Alissa Walker who lives in L.A. And walks everywhere. Her blog A walker in LA reminds me once again of what it means to be a walker. To slow down. To plan a route and tasks based solely on where my own two feet can take me. As I grow stronger I begin to walk along the river near my home, I think about walking to the grocery store instead of driving. I have been training for a half marathon and because of my injury I decide (well, OK I was told by my doctor) that I will not run it, I will walk it. I want to slow down. I want to change my life to reflect my new outlook and slow my pace permanently. Then, I am cleared to drive. I can work again and run to the store to grab milk in the blink of an eye and pick up and drop off children, take dogs to the vet and run across town to visit a friend, squeezing in three or four errands along the way. All of the things normal people do. 

The snowball is once again at the top of the hill. One small nudge and I will begin my descent. But the warm weather in which snowballs cannot exist is coming. A move to Saudi Arabia is on the horizon where for me there is no driving and there are no snowballs. Will I like the eternal slowness of an ever present Saudi summer? Or will I long for a heavy blanket of snow and a steep hill. Only time and the weather will tell.

Love Is In the Air

While I have been slowly making my way through online sources of announcements and cards I have been finding myself more and more drawn to making a few of these items myself. Don't get me wrong, I have no desire to revisit mass producing handmade Christmas and Valentine's day cards but I do think it is nice to produce a select few for loved ones who are far away that you really wish you could reach out and touch.

Yesterday I stitched up some Valentines to send on their way to Maggie, Sarah and Terry and Uncle Chris. I enclosed a few packets of my new favorite indulgence; green tea ginger matcha and viola! A Valentine treat was born.

I love a hybrid of paper craft and sewing.

Manly colors for Uncle Chris of course.

And something a little softer for the girls.

I'm not quite sure how it happened. I have gone from being a woman who made each and every Christmas card (and we are talking hundreds) by hand to some down and out non card sending loser. Not to toot my own horn but I even had one of my Christmas cards on the cover of a magazine back in the good old days. Last year I swore it was a one time thing. We were overwhelmed by the holiday, I was working a lot, volunteering was overwhelming me....yada, yada, yada. Well guess what? It happened again this year. No cards went out, not a one. Meanwhile, the cards I have been getting in the mail have been spectacular! Photo cards have been stepped up to letterpress quality. The typography, the paper weight and the quality of what showed up in my mailbox this year was incredible. I doubt if I will ever be inclined to mass produce handmade cards again given what is out there to personalize and purchase. In the first year of my fourth daughter's life (the only other time I was negligent with Christmas cards) I crafted hundreds of Valentine's Day cards to make up for that year's lack of holiday cheer along with homemade birth announcements.It seems unreal to me that now I could just head to minted.com and choosen from over 500 birth announcements. The appeal is across the board, from cute and cuddly to faux chalkboard and letterpress. I have moved in my life from a time of birth announcements to graduation and wedding announcements. While I am so proud of my oldest daughters handmade wedding announcements and am glad she is following in the family crafting footsteps, when it comes time to think about the graduation announcements we will be sending out in a few months I know I will be turning to my new favorite source for nearly handmade cards Minted.com I think my life just got a little easier!