My Blanken World

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Washed up March 18, 2017

Filed under: Simplicity — blankenmom @ 5:58 pm
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Sort of a break from my usual posting.  But someone out there has probably had the same experience, so why not commiserate!

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Due to some health issues, my hair has been falling out, and not growing properly.  So I was trying out the “no-poo” method to see if that would help.  It was a crazy, scary ride my friends!

It wasn’t even that I was a wuss and only tried it for a week or so, and then gave up?  I tried it, in various fashions for around 6 months.  Low-poo, no-poo, water-wash, dry shampoo, masks…

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I started out like they said and only shampoo’d every other day, cutting back from there slowly.  And gave it about 3 months for my body to recover and chill on the oil production.  Thank goodness I wore pony-tails to work!  Around the 4th month I was starting to think there was something terribly wrong with me, or my hair, or how I was going about this project?  Thing is, I have extremely fine hair on majority my head.  The base of my head has this random, crazy, super thick-stranded kinky hair that contrasts the pin-straight hair all over the rest of it.  The kinky hair, loves the grease, and the straight, completely hates it.  What I’ve discovered with this, among other things, is that the people who love it and rave about not using shampoo, all have dark, or thick-stranded hair.  I rarely see a fine-haired blonde profess their love of not using shampoo.

About midway through the 5th month, I woke up on my day off (thank goodness) to hair that looked like a swarm of bee’s had deposited vast quantities of honey on my head!  The pin-straight hair stuck to my head, and when I attempted to comb through it, it moved as one giant hair helmet of grease.  The kinky hair underneath, stuck straight out like a board.  And all of the hair passed the length of my chin, was full of static and raised as high as it could go, or to my face.

So glad my dentist man was not home to witness… or document this!

I have no idea what cause this congregation of oil to amass on my head overnight, but I was not having it!  I took two showers that day, with “real” shampoo (strong stuff, none of this organic stuff was going to work on this problem!) and still, my hair looked like I had put my head in a grease vat!  I had to go to work the next day sporting the “wet hair” look.  No one said anything, hopefully no one noticed.  But I was back to washing my hair daily.  Granted, with the expensive “all natural” shampoo’s, but I couldn’t be sporting that craziness again.  I have enough issues to deal with.

Doing a little more research, I came across shampoo bars.  I happen to have some all natural, hand made soap I had bought from the local farmers market on hand and thought that might work?  The first week or so I wasn’t impressed.  My hair still felt a bit greasy afterwards, but it was a vast improvement on the previous experiment!  The second week I noticed a huge improvement!

And my hair has finally come back around.  It feels a lot less dry at the bottom, a lot less greasy at the top; it’s growing again and breaking less, and I can actually go one full day without washing it without becoming a grease ball –  none of this happened with regular shampoo’s and conditioners.

So, handmade soap, boar bristle brush and apple cider vinegar rinse was what ended up finally working.  How funny that in the end, something as simple as soap was all that was needed to get my hair healthy again.

If you want to give it a try, you can make it, buy it on-line, some local stores, or from your farmers market.  It will be healthier for your body, your budget, and little to no packaging left over to boot!

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Confession of a not so closet trekkie March 11, 2017

Filed under: Sewing — blankenmom @ 8:20 pm
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So… I’m a trekkie.  (A fan of all things Star Trek, if you’re not privy to that term.)

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A lot of my time watching reruns now however, is seeing how they made the costumes?  I know all the plot lines.  I know where it’s going, so I can spend more time trying to figure out just how they got that hem line, crease or shade.  While watching the original series, I spend a lot of time just trying to figure out how in the world they got the garment to stay exactly where they needed it too, with out… parts… popping out?

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Yeah… we’re talking to you ladies wearing the magical tape, glue or wires!

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One costume specifically, even as a kid, I’ve always wanted.  Maybe not exactly how they made it, but the idea of it.

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Recently I told my dentist man that I really I want to make it.  One of those – long, drawn out, slowly done, time consuming, artsy-fartsy that will take forever, but its worth it – type of projects.

“Why?”

“Because I want to?”

“When would you wear this?”

“Vacuuming?”

“Then why would you make it?”

…looks at him confused…

…looks at me confused…

“Because I can?”

“Ok?”

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He doesn’t understand, but he rolls with it.

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On breaks from the quilt and renovating, mostly while I sit waiting for the boys at random events and appointments, I will start to plan and plot what I want exactly.  What I’ll need.  How I’ll do it.  I’m quite sure it will change as the project goes along, but that will be part of the fun – to see where it goes!

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After 40 or so years of watching Star Trek, and wanting this specific costume.  I’m finally going to start it.  Slowly… very slowly.  No reason to ruin something you’ve thought about nearly your whole life, by rushing it.  Especially when there’s no deadline.

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Is There No Truth In Beauty? S:3 Ep:5 1968

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What are dream projects for you?

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Scewed perspective March 7, 2017

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I know it’s not Saturday, but something has been on my mind all day.  Sharing usually fixes that right?

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One of the last few days of work, I came in at later than usual (5:00 am if you care), so the parking lot already had cars in it.  Because it had been snowing all night, the lines weren’t visible.  People parked the best they could, but inevitably some were parked a little off… or more than a little off.  The whole row was actually tilted the complete wrong way on a one way row.  By the time I got out of work, the snow had melted enough from people driving on it, to show the correct position to park.  I of course, was now the only one parked incorrectly because every one else that was there before me, had left work already.

Someone was nice enough to leave a “clever” note written with the winter grime on my back windshield, along with their less than creative drawing of a penis.  Which, had nothing to do with what they wrote.  I mean, if they had said I parked like one, I would have at least gotten the reference?!  But no, it was a random penis, along with the fact that I don’t park well (paraphrased).

My point.

We don’t always know why people do what they do.  They may actually be doing something because they really are just that screwed up, or uncaring.  Or life’s circumstances may have brought them to that spot, in that way.  Someone else may have caused the position they’re now stuck in.

Most things we can avoid by just being proactive – I could have come out on my lunch break to move my car, but the thought never even crossed my mind while I was doing my job.  I was focused on doing my work well, not on where my car was parked, or if the snow was even melting.

The next time you see someone doing something that seems totally bass ackwards, or even parked strangely for that matter, stop to think before leaving that giant penis.  First, does the penis make sense with what I’m writing?  And second, could they maybe, possibly just have been screwed over by the people before them?

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Ok, some people really are just jerks!

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Piecing it together March 4, 2017

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A friend from our last duty station lost her mother nearly two years ago.  She handed off several of her t-shirts to me to make a memory quilt soon after.  I felt honored she’d trust me with this.

I could have wisely chosen simple squares, but we all know I’m not that wise.

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After nearly two years, I am finally able to start putting the “blocks” together.  If you’re quilter… please don’t judge me.  I’m not a quilter.  I don’t tend to measure anything exactly – which may be part of my issues with cooking.  But we’ll work on that another day.

She knows I’m not a quilter, so this is merely because I sew, and I love her and someday, I may actually get it done.

This quilt has made it on several trips across the state to my dentist man’s office and family get-together’s.  It’s been a staple at the pool, far away from the water.  Arm and ortho appointments.  It’s become a big part of my home and family life.  There will definitely be a big part of me that goes with it.

 

I had a six month pause while working though.  I didn’t want to take it into the break room for fear it would pick up a weird smell, or get spilled on.  It was one of the first things I picked back up once my wrist was (almost) healed.  And now the blocks are coming together, almost nicely.

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It never goes quite how we picture it, does it?

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It does feel nice getting back to sewing again.  The pets agree.  Two at my feet and one enjoying the temporary wool backing that keeps finding it’s way to the open floor for layout.

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As a full labor of love, the entire quilt has been hand pieced, short of sewing on the backing for turning, done on the treadle.  I guess you could say that part was done by foot? Once the quilting part starts, I’ll pull out my homemade quilt stand.  Hand-quilting will be a nice break from working on the house, or something to do while poking and prodding distracted children during schoolwork.

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It’s nice to finally see some progress.

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No matter how it looks now, it will turn out amazing.  Things made with love always do.