Tuesday, October 29, 2013

How to Make your own baby bottomless sandals


How to make

Baby bottomless sandals

 

About a year ago I posted a blog about the sandals that I had made for a cousin of mine. That blog has had so many views I decided to let everyone in on how to make your very own pair.

 

The size of your crochet hook will determine the size of your sandals.

 

Step 1~ chain 8



Step 2~ slip stitch in first single crochet to form the toe loop.


Row 1

Step 3~ chain 2



Step 4~ half double crochet (hdc) two times

(3 hdc in row 1)

Step 5~ chain 2 and turn


Row 2

Step 6 ~ hdc in next hdc

Step 7~ 2 hdc in last hdc

(4 hdc in row 2)

Step 8~ chain 2 and turn

 

Row 3

Step 9~ hdc in next 2 hdc

Step 10~ 2 hdc in last hdc

(5 hdc in row 3)

Step 11~ chain 2 and turn


Row 4

Step 12~ hdc in next 3 hdc

Step 13~ 2 hdc in last hdc

(6 hdc in row 4)

Step 14~ chain 2 and turn

 

Row 5

Step 15~ hdc in next hdc

Step 16~ chain 3


Step 17~ skip 1 hdc

Step 18~ slip stitch in next hdc
 

Step 19~ chain 3


Step 20~ skip 1 hdc

Step 21~ hdc in next 2 hdc

Step 22~ Finish off



 

Sandal straps

Step 1~ chain 30

Step 2~ attach to sandal with single crochet (sc)



Step 3~ 2 sc around each post down to the toe loop (10 sc total)


Step 4~ 10 sc around toe loop



Step 5~ 2 sc around each post to top of sandal


Step 6~ chain 30 and finish off


Flower or embellishment

Step 1~ with complimenting color chain 5

Step 2~ join with slip stitch

Step 3~ chain 5

Step 4~ attach to loop with sc

Step 5 ~ repeat steps 3 & 4, 4 times (5 flower pedals)


Step 6~8 sc around chain in each loop

Step 7~ slip stitch to join first and last stitch

Step 8~ finish off and tuck ends


Step 9~ if you would like sew a button on top of the flower to the sandal


Step 10~ Tie loose ends in the back
 


Step 11~ Tuck in ends and you are done! Repeat all steps for second sandal

























 

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

How I approach creative writing.

Generally I will have an idea floating around in my head for a few weeks before I finally write something down. I take the time to imagine the scene, to picture it vividly in my mind. From here I can finally begin to write something down. 

I start with putting the basics to work: The setting, the characters and the plot. After all of these things have been established it is time to start bringing them to life. 

If you think about all the books you have ever read, what was the style that stood out to you most?  Was it the books that had very little description of scenery and characters and focused more on plot and conversation?  Or, was it the books that bring the scenery to life, explaining every detail of the surroundings so that you could literally picture yourself amongst the characters in the book. And if, and when those books were turned into a movie, everything was exactly as you had imagined because the book was so good at describing it.  Or do you prefer something in between these two extremes?

I am an in between the two extremes person. I like to focus on the plot and characters and season them with descriptions where I feel it is necessary to bring the reader into the scene. (Like when a character is having a memory or a really intense moment in the plot.)  I have read books that went a bit overboard describing every single detail through out the entire book, and personally I found them hard to read. It was too easy to lose track of what was going on because of the descriptions.  I like to leave my reader a little room to imagine on their own.

For example, I wrote a short narrative about the description of my name.  Brook.  While telling the audience about the scenery beside the brook I said that there were flowers.

“Imagine if you will a spring bubbling up from the ground. Because of this source of water the surrounding hills and valleys are green and teaming with lush vegetation. There are many flowers near by. Butterflies float in the breeze flitting from flower to flower, vine to vine searching for the perfect spot to lay their eggs.”

I did not describe how many, what kind or color.  Here the reader is allowed to use their own imagination.  When it comes to an important part of the story, I will describe them in a little more detail.

“Large shade trees spread their branches out like they are opening their arms to the sky and soaking in the rays of the sun. Their roots hungrily soak up the waters that my source, the spring, offers them. Birds and chipmunks chirp and sing in the branches of the many trees that line the banks.”   

Next I type and type until all that is in my head is out. I don’t worry about grammar, spelling, incomplete thoughts or sentences. That is part of the editing process to be done later. Once it is all out I begin the editing process.  I am the first to admit I am a horrible speller! I think that I may be dyslexic. So I really appreciate the grammar and spell checker. After fixing all one million spelling errors I then re read what I have written.  This is the perfect time to check for flow and coherent thought.  Does the story flow smoothly or are there some rough patches that need to be “ironed” out?  Are there places that could use a little more or less description?

Once you have finished the writing and editing process, if you have a friend willing to read, and be that second set of eyes for you (A writing buddy) let them take a look at your work and catch any mistakes you may have missed.  I always miss something. And if you are brave enough, ask them to show you areas that could use a little more clarification or refinement.  If you don’t have a writing buddy, close your document and give yourself a couple of days away from it. After the story is no longer in your head go back to it and re read it as something that you are reading for enjoyment. You can pretend like someone else wrote it.  Does what you wrote make you laugh or smile? Does it bring you to tears?  Are there things that you missed before? This period of separation from my work has been an invaluable process for me.

I have been working on a novel for 13 years. Every time I sit down to work on it I re read the entire story. I find things that don’t fit or are irrelevant to the story line and edit or delete them.  I find myself laughing out loud at things that I have written so many years ago, or crying along with the main character. 

Let your writing move you. In the end, it is for you. And, if someone else happens to enjoy what you have shared with them that is one of the happy side effects of having the mind of a writer.

I hope this helps you find your creativity. Happy writing!

 

 

Tuesday, June 4, 2013

What is your cooking style?


Do you consider cooking an experiment? An art form? A necessary evil?

 

Do you carefully measure your ingredients and follow recipes exactly? Are you one of the few to change up a recipe and make it your own?  Or, are you one of the even fewer that does not use a recipe at all?

 

I was raised reading recipes and can follow pretty much any instructions given. What I don’t know can be easily Googled or watched on YouTube.  However over the years of watching all the lovely women in my life I have learned that it is much more fun to change up the recipe, or even create something compleatly new on your own.

 

Some of my “creations” are an experiment because I am using whatever we have in the house. Fortunately my children love being my little taste testers. Sometimes cooking is an art form that take hours to complete and tastes oh so delicious to the palate.
It is these times when my little ones refuse to eat the deliciousness that is set before them. They do not yet have the delicate and mature palate required to eat a meal that takes longer than an hour to prepare.
 

I can no longer follow a recipe. I absolutely have to change it. Even those pre-made box dinners, or pancake mix has to get an overhaul. Over the years I have come up with so many of my own recipes, but I never ever write them down.  I am a firm believer in the dump method of cooking.  I do not measure, unless I am baking a cake. And I always add extra flavors to those cakes.

 

There in lies my problem.  When someone likes one of my dishes, or “creations” and asks for a recipe, I can not give them one unless, they too are of the dump method of cooking.  I can give you the ingredients, but would totally be guessing about the measurements of each one. So, would that recipe turn out the same as mine? Probably not.  I am a huge fan of flavor and 99% of the time I cook by smell. If it smells good, it’s more than likely going to taste good.

 

Are any of you like me? Or is this a unique trait as well? If you are like me, how do you share your delicious treats with others? Do you give in and finally measure everything so that you can have a recipe to share with others?

Summer time!

I am looking forward to summer in San Antonio!  The heat makes me so happy. I can imagine myself with a notebook pool side writing away every day. 
I suppose I think of summer as being filled with lazy days and long fun filled nights.  This is my favorite time of year for a few reasons.
 
1. The heat
2. People seem to be much happier
3. Longer days  
4. More outdoor flexibility and activities are possible.
5. Swimming
6. Camping and fishing  
7. Vacation Bible School
8. More time with friends
9. Family vacations
10. Most importantly precious time with the family.
 
    My life isn’t going to slow down over the summer because I home school all four of my girls. With home schooling it doesn’t matter if you are actively learning from a book, everything you do ends up becoming a teaching experience or opportunity. That doesn’t just stop because it is June 1st.  We will keep up with the book learning over the summer as well.  As a military family it is important that my girls be prepared for whatever school has to offer them where ever we move. I don’t want them to be behind in any way so we make daily schooling a part of our summer activities.
  We are also in the home stretch for painting for Vacation Bible School (VBS)!  This year I am in charge of painting all the backdrops and decorations and decorating our church for the week of VBS.  While I love to paint and have been told that I am pretty good at it, I don’t see myself as a leader. So this has been a new and helpful experience for me. I am painting an average of 7 hours a week.
 
This is a 10’ x 18’ section of the main mural of the town square.
I have a wonderful group of volunteers helping me.
(This is how I spent my morning.Done painting time to outline)
 
 
The badges I painted a few months ago for Sun West VBS
 
A Cowgirl to be used for the girl’s bathroom
(With #3 for size perspective. {If you don’t know what #3 refers to, read post entitled:The number system located here:
http://sillyeclectic.blogspot.com/2012/05/number-system.html})
  
As a family we have started enjoying summer already.  We were out camping on Memorial Day weekend when San Antonio had flooding rains of 8-14 inches depending on where you were.  We had quite a bit of rain in our tent that weekend!  We braved through the storms and had a long relaxing weekend at the lake.  We have also started enjoying the use of our neighborhood swimming pool.  #1 and #2 are pretty decent at swimming and #’s 3 &4 really need a lot of help. But they do okay with just the floaties.  So, what is my goal this summer? Teach all four of them to swim without help. And if I can’t do that, I at least want to teach them all how to float.
 
Another goal this summer is to really catch the writing bug. I am going to work on my novel and blog, and may even start a new project.  I will still update about health stuff as it comes up of course, but I don’t want my blog to be all about that, because I am the silly eclectic. And blogging about MS every post is neither silly nor eclectic. J
 
So for today that is enough. I hope you will stop by and check out all the silliness that is me over the coming months.
 
Gotta go, the ants are biting me!

Monday, June 3, 2013

Health update


Well, it has been a year since I drove myself to the emergency room with a headache that felt like a stroke. I’ve had about 5 headache free days since then. Although they don’t hurt as bad as they used to, I’m still having them every day. Either they are getting better, or I’m getting used to them.

 

Unfortunately my other symptoms have been getting slowly worse. In January I finished up my 100 days of running before a trip to the frigid north of Alaska for a couple weeks. Upon returning I tried to pick back up with the running and found myself having a very difficult time walking the next day.  Since then my hubby and I have been taking walks pretty much nightly to help keep me mobile.  This last week I have been having trouble on the walks and feeling exhausted all the time.

 

Most people that look at me can’t tell there is anything wrong.  I don’t limp all the time. But, if I go grocery shopping by the time I get to the checkout lane I am leaning heavily on the shopping cart and praying that I can drive home safely. My left side is always in some kind of pain, either with numbness and tingling, stabbing pains or a feeling of swelling that is about to pop, or weakness and heaviness in the limbs.

 

My vision is still great, I can still use my arms and legs and I haven’t wet myself. So, physically speaking I am doing great. I am just inconvenienced by a limp and the constant need to pee. I am trying to stay mentally strong through this.  Without an official diagnosis it is easy to be in denial about the state of my condition. But the steady decline in my physical abilities is becoming harder to ignore.

 

I am at a toss up here. I want to have an answer in hand officially as to why I feel this way. I don’t like the preliminary diagnosis phase. According to the Neurologist my magic number is 9 lesions. I was at 3 in 6 months so who knows how long it will take for a diagnosis. It could be another several years before we know anything for sure. I also just want it all to go away and be healed.  But for now, 1 year down. And looking back at it, it hasn’t been all that bad.

 

I don’t want to write to complain or ask for sympathy. This is more of a way to share what is going on with me.  When I say I’m ok, it means I hurt but I am managing to be ok. When I say I am great that means I am pain free for the moment. So that’s my code. I won’t be going to the doctor again until probably July and might be undergoing another MRI at my 1 year from last MRI point. I don’t know yet.  It is still uncertain but I am learning to be ok with that.

 

Through this I am learning to be more patient and sensitive. I don’t want to be silent about this and hide it like I am ashamed. But I do want to give hope to other people that are “suffering in silence.”  We can be a blessing to others through the things that are hurting us.  We can show God’s love and sufficiency through hard times.  God is getting me through this. When I am hurting I start praying all the more.

 

I am quiet through this because I don’t want to burden people with what I am going through. I am a normal person just like any one else and do not need any special treatment or consideration.  Just know that if I am sitting quietly it is not because I am depressed or feeling down. I’m just taking a breather so that I can face the rest of the day. I am going to need to take more breaks and sit down when I am tired. Its part of the weakness I am feeling. (The pain in my left leg and arm feels a lot like growing pains, that deep cold stabbing ache) Sitting down and messaging my limbs helps to alleviate some of that pain.  I am not asking for attention or for others to stop what they are doing by sitting down, I am just taking a rest before I tire myself out so much that I won’t be able to walk the next day.

 

So that is what I am going through right now.  I am still positive. I am still leaning on the Father, knowing that His strength is all that gets me through each day. I am still teaching my children, keeping my house clean and being the best Child of God, Wife, mother and friend that I know how to be.  I still need people in my life, so those of you that are afraid to talk to me because of my “condition” please don’t be. I’m still me, and I’m not going to talk to you about what is going on unless you ask me because I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or sorry for me.

 

God has richly blessed me and my family for many years. This is just one of those trials in life that I am meant to face.  Prayerfully I do it with grace, showing that my God is sufficient through All things.

 

It has taken me over a week to write this because I don’t want to complain, I don’t want to keep talking about MS.  But lately it seems every conversation I have revolves around MS.  But that is not me; I am not my “disease.”  I am still the person that will go out of my way to help those in need. I am still that great listener, and quiet spirit that Loves her God, Family and Country. 

 

So let’s all just go back to being us again.  I will keep everyone updated here on the blog. I will be happy to answer your questions you have about how I’m feeling for real if you really want to know. But truly I am ok.

 

Love you all

Brook

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Where's my reset button???


Have you ever thought to yourself “Where is my reset button?” Sometimes it feels like so much stuff is piled on that it would be so much easier just to press the power button and start over again.  I want to know where my scan disc, defrag and system restore are! How cool would it be if we could run a computer program on ourselves and just fix the problems at home in the comfort of our own pity party?

 

So a non diagnosis, preliminary, diagnosis that doesn’t count until I loose the function of one of my body parts really sucks. I thought I was having one of those episodes, having muscle spasms in my legs like I had just done the hardest workout of my life because I walked across the room, pins and needles and muscle weakness and numbness. This lasted for a week. I believed it was an episode because it was accompanied by severe lethargy and nausea. So I put in a telephone consult to my doctor only to be told that it was probably just a side effect of the medicine that I had been on for the last 6 months.  I didn’t accept that and stopped taking all of it.

 

Here I am a month later. I think the medicine is finally all out of my system because my resting heart rate has gone back up to just under 100 beats per minute, and shortness of breath. I feel like there is a yawn inside me just dying to get out. And lot’s of sighing probably has my kiddos thinking I’m a drama queen. But it’s the best way to catch my breath right now.  Tremors are back and worse. Still having the left sided weakness with occasional muscle spasms, numbness and tingling and shooting pain down both legs. This could all be related to the last month of feeling intense cramping in my abdomen and back that radiates down my legs. It’s like a tight squeeze feeling. Sounds like the hug symptom to me. Yet, I haven’t lost the use of anything so here I am left to wonder is this really MS or am I just going crazy?

 

Running is dreaded right now because of the chest pain and shortness of breath that comes along with it.  I know that if I can get back to it that my heart rate will be lowered by the added health benefits of regular cardio exercise. I know this will help my legs because when they were at their worst I was running every day.  More like a hobble jog, but I was out there doing it every day. This seemed to help when combined with stretching before bed every night.  Maybe it was something else, the arthritis in my back acting up? Who knows, but the uncertainty of life is killing me right now.

 

My husband has promotion testing every year, and this year he tested about a month sooner than he usually does. He/We have to wait a full 4 months to find out if he has been promoted or not. This job also will have us moving some time by the end of the year. But again I don’t know when. Talk about hard to plan your life!  Career, living arrangements and health are all in question right now.

 

Now this leads me to educating my children, writing my books and keeping up with a blog, and painting for church, doing a very involved bible study, wanting to be there for people that are sick and need help but feeling so overwhelmed that I can’t do anything.  This is why I need a reboot, and a system restore. I don’t want to, and I know not to worry because worrying doesn’t do any good. So for now I will just pray for peace and take it a day at a time, a problem at a time. Maybe I will try a little chunk at a time instead of trying to do it all at once.  And that is my rant for today. Today the saying that is over used all the time fits me, I just need to let go and let God. And by this I mean, let go of the worry and let God give me peace that I will do exactly what I need to get done but not necessarily what I want to be done.

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

What does your name say about you?


Today is the day to shine… to do the proverbial cannonball off the lighthouse.

Today I will finally live up to my name.

Brook

 

What is a brook? What does it mean to brook? Well for the answer to that let us turn to good ol’ Merriam Webster.

brook n. A small, natural stream, smaller than a river or creek, a rivulet.

Synonym ~ stream.

brook v.  To put up with; endure; tolerate: usually with the negative.

Synonym~ endure.

 

To Endure is to suffer without yielding, to bear pain, grief or injury, to withstand, to hold out, to last and continue to be.

 

A Stream is a current or flow of water, continuously flowing, moving or passing by; it has a continuous course or advance; drift; current. It has a source or a ray.

A brook is fed by a spring. It has a shallow rock lined bed. It is easy to cross or to dam up. It provides a constant source of water to the environment around it, bringing refreshment and nourishment. It is close to its source.

 

How does all of this relate to me? Well grab a patch of grass and lay down along my refreshing waters or a big comfy moss covered stone and gaze upon the pools of reflection as I tell you a story, my story, the story of my name.

 

Imagine if you will a spring bubbling up from the ground. Because of this source of water the surrounding hills and valleys are green and teaming with lush vegetation.  There are many flowers near by. Butterflies float in the breeze flitting from flower to flower, vine to vine searching for the perfect spot to lay their eggs.

 Large shade trees spread their branches out like they are opening their arms to the sky and soaking in the rays of the sun. Their roots hungrily soak up the waters that my source, the spring, offers them. Birds and chipmunks chirp and sing in the branches of the many trees that line the banks. 

 

There is much to observe if you sit and look around.

For the weary traveler this is the perfect place to sit and rest, to listen to the calming sounds of the water rippling over the exposed stones in my shallow waters.

 

Crystal clear waters show my vulnerabilities, my transparency. I don’t get angry when people throw rocks at me, because it just adds to the stones that already line the basin of my existence. It may sting the surface for a moment, but it will build me up and make me stronger. Some day those stones will be useful to someone else.

 

I endure every twist and turn in the landscape and even the occasional waterfall. These things that look so scary when I am on the precipice of falling over are so beautiful to behold from a distance. Through droughts my spring keeps me going. I never lose hope. I know my hope, my spring, will not; can not ever run dry. In times of flood and abundance my waters bubble over onto the shoreline. The waters become muddied and confused by the mix of the world in the source of the spring. But, when things calm down again, my focus is right back where it needs to be once again.

 

I am a good listener, and I’ll keep things to myself. I have deep pools of reflection and will help you find the answers that you need. I have a wealth of knowledge from all the travelers that have crossed my path before. Some of this knowledge is silly and nonsensical and some of it is quite random, but on the rare occasion you may get the bits that are life changing. I like to think of each stone as a random fact in my arsenal of life.  Some stones are big and some are tiny little pebbles. There are some that are well worn and used quite frequently and yet others that are rarely used and still have the jagged edges. Yet each one of these stones has a purpose.


There is so much more to a name, more than just the babbling Brook that I have tried my entire life not to be. I don’t want to be that person primarily because I will get nervous and start stuttering. If you know me, and know me well, you know my humorous side. You know that I literally visualize everything people say. That I laugh often and talk a lot! I can be a roaring waterfall that endures that twists and turns of this life because I have a Spring of Life that gives me the strength.

 

What does your name say about you?

Friday, January 4, 2013

100 days of running

 

Looking back on 100 days of running:

I didn’t think I had it in me. I have never considered myself to be a runner and I’m still not sure if I am. My shortest distance was 1.22 miles longest distance was 5.06 in an hour, and my average was 12 miles a week. Some weeks had more some less. But here are the highlights

 

100 days

September 25, 2012January 2, 2013

·        187 miles

·        averaged 50 miles per month

·        lost 13 pounds

·        burned 19,778 calories

·        Listened to either praise music or the Bible

·        Discovered that I really enjoy listening to the Bible

·        When I ran at night I took my dog Tater he didn’t lose any weight

·        My husband joined me a few times

·        My dad joined me once (It was his first time running in over 10 years and he did great!)

·        I use about 15 different routes and rarely run at the same time.

·        Shoes matter

·        Attitude matters

·        You can still run when you feel like you are going to die

·        It is possible to run with an “ice pick” type headache

·        It is also possible to run with a numb/painful half of your body

 

In September a friend invited me to join a Fall Fitness accountability group. I was already a part of the summer group so I was thrilled when the fall group started.

Over the summer I began struggling with some pretty bad headaches and one sided body nerve pain. (Numbness, tingling, loss of sensation, shooting pain, falling) As you can probably imagine I didn’t feel like exercising but knew that I needed to strengthen my body and keep my muscles flexible. The accountability group was perfect for me because I was only required to exercise 20 min a day 6 times a week and that could be covered by 1 dog walk a day. Easy enough.

So that was the first group.

 For the second group I started to get a little more into it, pushing myself a little harder.

On September 25 one of the members of the group posted a 100 day running challenge.

I read the challenge and liked it because it

 

  • Would be over in 100 days
  • Only required 1 mile a day
  • Involved prayer/listening to the Bible/ praise music
  • More accountability

 

I decided that I would take the challenge. I didn’t realize until just a week or so ago that I was the only one that joined her in this challenge. But we kept each other motivated. And the rest of the fitness group has been wonderful at cheering us on to that finish line.  Although, we both kept right on running past that so called finish line, and plan on continuing with the daily runs.

 

What got me to get up, lace up my tennis shoes and walk out that door on the days that I had a hard time even walking? Knowing that by the time I got home that I would feel better. Getting up and moving, making my heart beat faster, my blood pressure up seems to help loosen me up and relieve some of my pain. Even if I am barely able to move, jogging, eventually I will loosen up and feel more human. The headaches are a little more difficult to deal with and I end up jogging with my hand holding my head and using a very special breathing pattern. I couldn’t let down the big beautiful brown eyed doggy that runs to the door every night ready to go for his run either.

 

Now that I am at 101 days (tonight’s run will be 102) I’ll be ok if I miss a run every now and then because it was a 100 day challenge not a 365 day challenge. But I have developed a habit. I do enjoy taking my nightly runs with the doggy.

I have noticed a big change in my body. 13 pounds in 100 days (That’s a little more than a pound a week)

I’ve lost 4” in my stomach and 4” in my hips my legs are starting to show individual muscles. I am happy with my progress. I am at my goal weight that I set for myself last April.

Then I was 144 pounds with a BMI of 23.2

Now I am 120 with a BMI of 19.4

I am not killing myself with these “workouts” I am not hurting the next day, I didn’t do any extra work outs. Until today. I’m doing the body confusion and changing my routine now. But the point is it doesn’t have to be hard to be a life change.

 

Just get up and get moving. Jog and walk at least a mile every day and take it a day at a time. Pretty soon YOU will be inspiring someone.