Almost a Year Later and So Much Change!

Here we are, it's June again! At this time last year I was begging for my water to break and my sweet baby to come. By late July I was in the midst of PPOCD and scared, not knowing where to turn. By October I was past the worst of it, but still had a long road of recovery. Christmas came and I felt mostly normal, but not quite there. As summer begins, I can say with confidence that I believe my OCD "episodes" will now be few and far between. I don't want to brush my OCD under the rug and act like it doesn't ever bother me anymore, but for the most part it doesn't. Just a couple of weeks ago when the Josh Duggar sex scandal occurred my anxiety went through the roof! One of my biggest fears had come true in a family that I trusted! I know it sounds so dumb, but when my worries come to pass in other people's lives, I fear them again in my own. I'm now fearless again and feeling great. I thought this would be the perfect time to look back on my year of crafts and OCD and show everyone exactly what we have accomplished this year in our kitchen/dining room.
                                                                             
This is what our kitchen looked like when we bought the house. This is where my vision to redecorate and heal through crafts began. I felt like our kitchen was too dark and I really wanted to change it. So I bought a kitchen table off of Craigslist for $50 and began to paint. During this time my thoughts were dark and constantly racing. It was when my mother-in-law was in town watching the boys that I was working on the chairs and noticed that for a moment, I was thinking about something other than the kids. My first moments of relief during my struggle with OCD happened while working on this table. After I finished the table, we just kept updating our kitchen! We got our beautiful chandelier, painted our red wall tan, I stenciled another wall in our kitchen (which took watching the entire Parenthood series because of my racing thoughts), my husband put in laminate flooring, I painted the cabinets, we got new countertops, my husband installed our backsplash, and I redid our bronze bar stools! I cannot even believe the difference between the pictures taken from when we first bought our house until now, it is like a completely new space!

                                                        Dining Room Before                                                            

                                                              Dining Room After

                              Kitchen Before

                              Kitchen After




                       Refinished stools and underneath of counter painted same as kitchen table. 

 

This is my stenciled wall-one of the most time consuming, but fulfilling things I did during this project.

 

 I hope you all enjoy these pictures, seeing it in person is even more amazing. I really feel like this transformation really embodies how I transformed during this time. I started out scared to death. My heart and thoughts were always racing, I honestly never knew how I would make it through each day. This kitchen remodel gave me a way to redirect my attention toward positive and constructive things. I know that I need to blog more regularly, but I just want to show everyone all of the things I work on when I don't blog (on top of parenting)! Thank you all so much for reading!



Chels

Reclaiming Mother's Day

Mother's Day 1995 will forever be engrained in my memory. I can't tell you specific dates or times, but I can tell you the events that were happening in the week surrounding Mother's Day. My mom died Friday, May 12, and Mother's Day was that Sunday. The next week, my dad took me to school to pick up the Mother's Day book I had made with my class, but it would never be seen by my mom. I will never forget picking up that book. I will never forget that my dad was very sick at the time and threw up in a garbage can at the school. I will never forget that our great uncle took us to the Mall of America the day my mom died.  I will never forget looking out the window in the guest room in our house and crying only once because my dad told me "she is in a better place now"...some things are as vivid in my memory as if it was yesterday.

Since that Mother's Day, I have not necessarily enjoyed the holiday. Since having kids, I have been able to celebrate it, but still feel the sting of the loss of my mom. I'm pretty sure I spent half of last Mother's Day in my room crying because my mom wasn't there. I miss her and I can truly say that time does not heal all wounds. As I've grown older I almost feel like I mourn the loss of her more because of all of the big life events she has missed like my wedding and the birth of my children. I love to hear stories about her or have family members tell me how much I'm like her, but that still doesn't replace the huge hole that I feel by her absence.

As if I didn't already have problems loving Mother's Day, just two weeks ago I sat in my therapist's office crying because I was dreading that it was coming up. My Postpartum OCD had caused me to not even want to celebrate this year. In my mind, I hadn't earned it yet. Until the boys are grown up and I have "successfully completed" my job, I didn't deserve to be celebrated. In my mind I thought "what if something happens to them and I can't protect them?" or "what if I hurt them?" The idea of celebrating my accomplishment of motherhood before the job was complete made me feel like I shouldn't be celebrated.

Today I feel differently. Today I am able to see my hard work and recognize that I deserve to be celebrated for my accomplishments. I have, quite literally, spent the past year obsessing about every aspect of my children's lives. I'm so uptight about their safety that sometimes I want to tell myself to take a shot in the middle of the day and relax a little (kidding). So this year I will be different. This year I want to recognize my mom's memory without being consumed with sadness. I want to celebrate myself without judgment. Most of all, I want to enjoy the children that God has blessed me with instead of over-analyzing every move they make. I'm reclaiming my Mother's Day because I've EARNED it and I hope that anyone else who doesn't always look forward to that day will do the same for themselves! We deserve it!

Thanks for reading!



Chels

An Uninvited Guest

Hello All! Thank you so much for reading about my journey. I must say, I DO have a couple of projects up my sleeve that I will be sharing with you in the next couple of weeks (a buffet, two chairs, and a wall piece), but before I finish those, I will explain my absence. We actually have been very busy the past month with visits to and from family as well as a Vegas vacation, but I've also been dealing with my OCD which isn't always easy.

I've decided to think of my OCD as an uninvited guest that comes to my door every day. There are days when I shut the door to it and say "I won't let you ruin my day" but there are also times where it overwhelms me. My therapist told me that I am afraid to let go of the thoughts because if I do, in my mind, I'm not a good mother. In other words, if my mind isn't constantly finding and avoiding danger through "what if" thoughts, I don't think I'm doing my job. The part about this that sucks is that the "what if" thoughts cause me immense anxiety and saddness.

In outpatient, they always talked about the "arc of recovery" not being a straight line up, but rather a lot of "bad days" at the beginning, then slowly more good days than bad. I have my fair share of good days, or good parts of days, but I still find myself being sucked back into the OCD way of thinking. It is almost like when this all started 9 months ago I was so traumatized and mortified of the things I was thinking that a switch clicked in my mind which caused me to take my worrying and thoughts up to a new (higher) level that I could have never imagined before. Sometimes I feel as if a part of me will forever be wounded from this experience.

I can recall each scary thought I've had (and where I had it) over the past nine months (almost impressive, right?) Each day I know the difference between a recurring thought and a new one (the new ones give me more anxiety). Sometimes my thoughts make me cry, other times I get mad or annoyed at them. It is truly so difficult to explain what is going on in my head, but I'm trying. I'm trying because (I've been told) I'm not the only one. I'm trying because I've lost any sense of shame I had months ago. I'm trying because this is me and I'm trying to put my brain back together.

So here I am, doing okay. I have an annoying habit of trying to speed through my recovery because "I shouldn't be like this anymore." I truly feel that since I know how it originated and why it is happening that that should make it go away, but it doesn't. Knowing everything and even knowing I'm not the only one doesn't make it easier. It.Is.Hell. I would use other words or adjectives to describe it, but that one word sums it up well. I make it through every day wondering "will this be gone tomorrow?" Hasn't happened yet, but there's always a chance. : )

Thanks for reading!



Chels

The Big Reveal!

 It's FINALLY finished! As many of you know, half of the reason I started this blog was to share my crafts with everyone...well, my first big blog project is finally finished! I love, love, LOVE how they turned out! I used a Rust-Oleum cabinet kit to do this project. I started out using the "Linen" colored kit, but after the two coats that it calls for, my cabinets were not completely covered and they were too white. I took my cabinet into the Home Depot that I brought the kit from, and they kindly gave me a new free kit in "Quilter's White". The kit was free because the color on the swatch looked nothing like the color that my cabinets turned out. After applying two more coats, my cabinets were finally the right color...one coat of topcoat and they were perfect! I HIGHLY recommend a Rust-Oleum restoration kit if you are going to redo your cabinets, BUT be careful...if you choose to do them a light color you may need to buy two kits (they do not sell separate cans of the paint).

 

To do my cabinets I had to:

1. Remove all doors and hardware. Make SURE to number your doors....also don't forget that they are numbered if you start moving them around (I kept forgetting my number stickers everywhere, made for an interesting install!)
2. Clean all doors and cabinets with lint-free towel.
3. Scrub cabinets and doors with deglosser (you do this instead of sanding...however I did end up sanding a little).
4. Wash cabinets down again with lint free towel and water.
5. Apply bond coat (paint). They say you should only need two, I needed 4.
6. Apply topcoat.
7. Let dry 24 hours then rehang doors and enjoy!

 

 I really love how this project turned out, however it was VERY time consuming! If you have a lot of patience (and extra time) it is a really cheap way to redo your kitchen! I'm looking forward to getting our new counters and backsplash in, then our little kitchen remodel will be complete!

Thanks for reading!



Chels

Girlfriends are a Gift

Hello all! Thank you for keeping up with my blog, I love being able to express myself through this outlet! I promise I will post kitchen pictures today (finally)...but I also really want to write today about the importance of girlfriends. In my original postpartum OCD story (my first blog post) I kind of glossed over a real turning point in my recovery. One of the single most vital parts to my fight against OCD was my outpatient treatment. Outpatient was a 3 week program that I went to 4 days a week that included group therapy, individual therapy and meeting with a psychiatrist to get the appropriate medicines. This program was really a lifesaver for me, but I would have never done it without the support of my girlfriends.

I truly have the best friends in the world. With a husband that travels often, my girlfriends have really become my family. The best part of being so close with my girlfriends is that half of them live on my street! It's like having a supportive community right outside my door. They are there for me when I need a shoulder to cry on or just someone to vent to. During the time when my anxiety was the highest, I didn't know what to do. I felt helpless and trapped. I was scared to be home alone with the boys and was completely convinced I had suddenly become dangerous. It was terrible. I would get some relief when my husband was home, but was always anxiously anticipating what would happen when he went back to work.

One weekend I was supposed to go across the street to a wedding reception with my neighbors. I walked over and walked through the door, set down our gift, and walked right back to my house. I went behind into our sandbox and just started crying. I couldn't even hang out with my friends anymore, I was at rock bottom. That night, my neighbor Bridget came over. She asked me what I needed. What could make me better. I mentioned an outpatient program I had heard about from my therapist, but knew I wouldn't be able to bring both of the boys with me to it. She said I needed to go, even if it meant Joel not working for a bit.

I still saw no way the outpatient program would work. I also hate asking for help, so I kind of decided I would just tough it out and hope that my problem would go away. It didn't. The next day, I was having an especially hard morning, I was truly miserable and crying 24/7...that is when everything changed. Bridget had told my other neighbor Sara about the outpatient program. Sara texted me and offered to watch Brayden so I could attend the program. Before she texted me I had decided there was no way I could go to the program, her offering to watch him was the push I needed to get more help. Once I had Brayden's care figured out (which I would have never been able to do without great friends (2 Jessicas)), I was finally able to focus on getting myself better. Going somewhere everyday where people truly understood my problems, and finally being put on medication that worked was exactly what I needed to begin getting better.

I'm so grateful for my supportive friends. They are always there for me when I need them and they truly care about me and my family. Going through postpartum OCD has been the hardest thing I have done in my entire life, but I truly believe I have had such a great recovery because of the supportive people I have been blessed with in my life. I will be forever appreciative to my friends for helping me during such a difficult time, so even if I don't say it as much as I should, thanks girls!

Thanks for reading!



Chels

5 Ways a Mother's Love Trumps All Others

As I write my post today, there is a little baby snoring in my ear and it is the best sound in the world. It is hard to express in words the way that having children has changed me. I'm most comfortable hiding  behind sarcasm and jokes, so transitioning from that into a role of a protective and loving mother has been life-changing. I haven't always been the lovey touchy-feely type, but with them I am...with them I want to be. I want to be the one who comforts them. I want to be the one they feel safe with. I want to be the one they run to in the night if they are scared. With them I want to be better, I want to be different. As I was thinking about the ways that motherhood has changed me, I thought about the way that I love them. I love them in a way that I love no one else. I put up with things from them I would definitely not put up with from anyone else. I decided it would be fun to put together a little list of how my love is different with them than with anyone else, feel free to comment on ways that you notice your love is different with your kids too!

1. They are child geniuses: When I look at my children, I see the smartest kids on earth. As Easton was getting ready to nap today, he started sucking his thumb. I honestly thought "he is so smart, he knows how to comfort himself by sucking his thumb at the same time every day." Yes, I can imagine your eyes rolling right now, but at the same time I'm sure you have experienced the same type of thoughts with your own children. The most mundane event is suddenly a feat of epic proportions that only your superchild could accomplish.
2. They are always the most attractive children on earth: My children could be covered from head to toe in snot and dirt, probably in their underwear (lets be honest, you know by now they usually don't wear clothes), and I would only see beauty. Because I'm their mom, when I look at them I don't see their flaws, I see their dad and me (okay, mostly their dad). I see how our love created these two amazing boys. Sometimes, I honestly feel like I am wearing love-colored glasses when I look at them because I know that to me, they will always be the best looking guys in the room.
3. I will take anything they hand to me, anything: I only wish I could count on one hand the number of times Brayden has handed me his boogers or chewed up food, but it has been too many. I promise you this, I only accept these horrible gifts from my kids. From anyone else, these items would make my gag reflex kick in, but from my kids I can handle it (as long as I can wipe it on my pants). Now that is love.
4. I forgive them instantly: Last night I told Brayden he could have one cookie after dinner. When I went upstairs to check on him before I went to bed, I found the entire BOX of cookies in bed with him. I was pissed. This morning I talked to him about it and with one sugar covered "I'm so sorry mommy" my anger disappeared. I don't know how these kids do it, but I have the hardest time being mad at them (I'm sure the teenage years will prove otherwise).
5. They make me want to be better: When I was younger and I made a bad decision, it would only affect me, but with children my decisions affect an entire family. Every choice I make, I try to ensure that it is the right one. I'm constantly aware of the example I am setting for them and I constantly do my best to make sure that they see me as a positive role model who cares for them. My days are completely devoted to these kids, I sure hope they see how much I love them through my words and actions!

Thanks so much for reading, please share the weird ways you show your kids love in the comment section or on my FB page!

Chels

Springtime and New Hope

Hello all! I know, I know...rule #1 of starting a new blog...don't leave it without a new post for a month! My bad. To be honest, there are two reasons I haven't blogged lately...and no, I'm not quitting! The first reason was that I got totally immersed in my cabinet project. It was all I thought about! SUCH a big project, and thisclose to being finished. I have to hang one more cabinet (I dropped the screw down a hole) and I have to paint my pantry door (should be finished this weekend). The cabinet project was not without its setbacks...the color was too white and I ended up needing four coats of paint plus a topcoat...so yes, it took a lot of time! The second reason I have been away is very different...

As you can tell from my first post, I have postpartum OCD. OCD isn't simply something that is quickly cured with a couple trips to therapy and medicine. It lingers. Mine lingers. My thoughts go wild. Most of the time it doesn't bother me much anymore, but every once in a while I have a setback. My therapist expects it, that doesn't make it easier. I wish, wish, wish my biggest worry was Easton eating day-old Cheerios off of the floor (yum), but that doesn't make me flinch. My OCD forces my mind to think of the worst case scenario in every situation. I think of accidents: what if my car slides off of the road and goes into the river. How do I get both of the kids out? What if I get one out and the other one gets carried away with the current? I think of people from the news: those parents abused their child by doing x,y, and z...what if I become like that?! (Those are the thoughts that get my anxiety the most worked up). My therapist can't tell me why I worry about doing things that are out of my character, just that my mind simply thinks up worst case scenarios and my OCD mind needs to find ways to keep the kids safe. I know...this illness is exhausting. Thoughts that would slide off of someone else's back simply because they are extreme and ridiculous make me cry for hours...sometimes because the thought breaks my heart, and other times because I wish I wasn't like this anymore. I never used to be like this, but now I am.



I'm doing better today than I have been doing the past couple days. So I wanted to put together a little post about a spring table. My dining room table needed something on it, but I couldn't seem to find the "perfect" decor. This week, however, I was able to find some things that make me happy with my spring-themed table. Below is a larger picture of what my whole set-up looks like along with some tips for table decorating!

 Spring Table Decorating Tips:

• Pick a bright color to make you decor "pop"
• Sprinkle in subtle neutral colors too
• Buy even if the color is wrong (my candle holder was a natural wood finish, nothing a quick coat of paint couldn't fix!)
• Pick a few nice things to avoid cluttering (I really debated adding more, glad I didn't'!)
• Pick pieces with dual purposes (the little flowers are salt and pepper shakers! 
• Buy and try...and return if it doesn't work! Ha!

Thank you all for reading! I promise to keep up better from now on! I will be working on a spray paint project this weekend!

The Power of Words

I was hanging out at my therapist's office yesterday (as I do every Tuesday), and she gave me some advice that I would like to share. As you all know, I have been in a battle against postpartum OCD for the past 7 months. Though I am far, far better than I once was, I still have intrusive thoughts. Sometimes it just becomes an almost comical game of <insert worst case scenario here>. My mind can come up with the most ridiculous scenarios that would never happen and I then must shut them down. My therapist then recommended a new way for me to deal with them that I believe can be helpful advice to parents everywhere.

She told me that every time I have a thought about Easton or Brayden  that is negative or untrue, I replace it  (out loud) with a loving, true compliment about them. When I began to think about it more, this is good advice for people who don't have intrusive thoughts like myself. For instance, if Brayden was driving me crazy and not being a good listener (this is completely hypothetical, he is perfect) instead of freaking out in my mind and thinking... "He's driving me nuts!" I could instead calmly speak to him while adding my true feelings about him. I could say "Brayden, mommy loves what a great listener you can be" or "Brayden, I love your enthusiasm, but could you please go to sleep." Maybe these examples are lame, but I hope I am getting my point across.

I guess that I should also say that I have decided to practice this even when my mind is clear. Today I was feeding Easton his lunch and I tried to come up with a compliment for every bite "Easton, mommy loves your smile", "Easton, mommy loves what a chunky monkey you are", "Easton, mommy loves that your bowl movements are regular"...as you can see, I was grasping at straws by the end, but you understand where I'm going with this. I'm sure I'm (hopefully) not the only momma out there who loses her cool sometimes and thinks negatively, but I hope this advice of changing thoughts through changing what is said is helpful to someone else out there!

Thanks for reading!



Chels

4 Things Only My Husband Can Teach My Boys

 Another day another blog post! I must say, I think that this blog may become almost as therapeutic to me as my crafts. With the cabinet project underway (but still far from finished), I will have a different craft post tomorrow. I had this idea to decorate my kitchen table in under $20 with stuff from HomeGoods (my mother-ship) and Goodwill (a close second). I'm excited to work on that tomorrow and report back tomorrow night! Today, however, I would like to talk about the importance of my husband in the lives of my children.

 

I have always been blessed to be surrounded by strong men. I am a self-professed daddy's girl (shout-out to Pat Suiter) who was lucky enough to marry a man similar to my dad. I believe having a strong father (or father figure) is such an important part of any child's life. In my own experience, my dad taught me kindness, selflessness, and the importance of hard work. Growing up, he was constantly telling me that "sweet words are like a honeycomb." Not only did he tell me that all of the time, but he lived it. My dad is always going out of his way to be kind to and help others. Kindness and a strong work ethic are just a couple of the many qualities that I see in both my dad and my husband.

There are just some things that I cannot teach my sons on my own. Luckily, they have a strong father who can teach them things I can't by:

1.  Teaching them how to respect women: I can tell my kids to be kind and respectful to women until I'm blue in the face, but how they decide to behave will largely rely on how they see their father treat me. I can tell them how to act, but he can show them. He can show them how to listen, trust, and respect. He can tell them the importance of being a good husband and partner. He can impart knowledge to them in a way that I simply cannot and I am grateful to have him as my partner in this parenting journey.

2. Showing them the importance of a good work ethic: Though I don't love having my husband travel all of the time on the railroad, I can never take away the importance of his hard work. He leaves us each week to provide for us. My children have a father who would do anything to give them what they want and need. His example will be so important in showing our sons how to support a family through any means necessary.

3. Having fun with them: Though I fancy myself a fun lady, I know that the fun that I have with my boys is different than the fun they have with their daddy. "Guy time" in our house usually consists of video games, Legos, and dance parties in their underwear. I love watching my boys have fun together. I love that my children have a dad who not only spends time with them, but engages with them and truly cares about every moment they spend together.

4. How to live with integrity. I'll never forget hearing what integrity meant for the first time, I was a child and my pastor told us that integrity is how you act when no one is looking. Children see things that we do without us even noticing. Luckily, my husband lives his life with integrity. I never have to worry about the choices he makes when the kids are around, because he always makes decisions with their best interests in mind.


Nothing is more important to me or Joel than our kids, I'm so grateful to have a husband who cares about being a good role-model for them as much as I do. I can't wait to see how these little humans turn out!

Thanks for reading!



Chels

When You Can't Wish it Away...Pray

I have gotten a lot of positive feedback from my post yesterday. It means the world to me to be able to share my story without being judged. As I look toward the huge cabinet project ahead of me (that I plan on starting during The Bachelor tonight) I would like to share some more of my postpartum experience. I have become very self-aware in the past few months. I scan and evaluate every thought and many times wish that my entire thought process was different. I cannot tell  you how many times I have sat in therapy crying, telling my therapist that I wish I had an "easier" kind of OCD. If only I had the OCD where I wanted to clean or if only my OCD mind was scared of other people hurting the kids instead of fearing myself. I have wished and wished that my disorder was different. But it isn't.

Postpartum OCD is now part of my life experience. I can never undo it, but I can decide what to do with what I know now. What I know is I love my kids. What I know is that I am stronger than my disease. What I know is that I will get through it, and hopefully help others get through it too. I cannot wish it away, but I can pray.

One of the changes I have made since having OCD is I have begun going to church again. A couple of weeks ago one of the pastor's spoke of how to pray when you don't know what to say. He said that you can simply say "God, please help." I have said some very simple prayers since then. Sometimes I cannot explain what is wrong or how I feel, but I can still pray.

Though many of you have not nor ever will experience OCD the way that I have, I know that I'm not alone in wishing I was different in some way. I think it is a universal human experience to wish on some level that things were different. From wishing your work situation was different to wanting to lose weight more quickly, everyone has wishes. Though I believe in setting goals and achieving them, I also believe in acceptance. I have accepted OCD as part of my story, but also look forward to easier days and am grateful that I will now be able to use my experience to help others like me.

Thanks for reading!



Chels

My Postpartum OCD Story

I hope that this blog becomes a forum for people to come to who need creative ideas for crafts or want to try out new projects. I'm sure many of my posts will be full of witty one-liners and tales of why my children are driving me crazy, but this first post is about my OCD. I'm at a point in my journey where I want to be transparent about my problem. First, I want to explain what postpartum OCD is. It is a perinatal mood disorder that is characterized by obsessive intrusive thoughts and accompanied by compulsions to ease anxiety caused by the thoughts. Postpartum OCD is not postpartum psychosis where mothers hurt their children, it is the exact opposite. It is the intense need to keep children safe.

I remember each part of my OCD clearly. It began one night as I was nursing Easton. I was home alone with the kids because my husband travels for work. I was looking at him and this random thought popped into my head "what if I smothered him?" I was instantly crippled by what I now know was intense anxiety caused by the fact that that is something that is not part of my character. From that moment on my OCD began. I was constantly on guard, needing to check and recheck my thoughts to make sure that I was not dangerous. It consumed me. I couldn't eat, I had no appetite. I couldn't sleep, my thoughts were constantly racing. Then one morning, a new thought came "what if I hurt the kids and no one was around to save them?" From that moment on, I wouldn't stay at my house alone with them. I stayed on my dad's couch for two weeks. I stared at the kids all night to make sure they were still safe. I felt like I had to constantly check myself to make sure I didn't go crazy. In my mind, I had to stay alert at all times, otherwise I would lose my sanity and those most important to me.

It was all-consuming. My friends and neighbors noticed something was wrong. I couldn't go to social gatherings because all I wanted to do was cry. I cried all the time. Every day. I endlessly went through different "what if" scenarios in my head, terrorizing myself to no end. Suddenly, it was like I remembered every Dateline on I.D. episode I had ever seen and I was scared of becoming each of those evil people. I couldn't sleep, I would try to calm myself by watching Joyce Meyer on YouTube. It would usually take at least two sermons for me to kind of fall asleep. By this time I had a therapist, but that wasn't enough. I ended up going to an outpatient program for new mothers with perinatal mood disorders and got on medication.

The medication caused my anxiety to lower, which in turn eased the thoughts. In therapy, I learned that anxiety takes what you care about most and puts it in the worst case scenario. What I care about most in the world is my boys and them getting hurt in any way is my worst case scenario. This is by far the most crippling thing that has ever happened to me and it is nearly impossible for me accurately describe how hard it was. It is a special kind of hell to not be able to stop your racing thoughts that completely contradict who you fundamentally believe yourself to be.

Once I began to feel better, I began to do crafts. I started by painting a table and chairs. Every new project meant something to me. If I could make it through just one more craft, we would be okay. I have since painted more furniture, created a collage wall, stenciled a wall, and pretty much completely redecorated my entire house. To my husband it is annoying, but to me it is therapy. I'm able to use my mind and creativeness to create beautiful projects instead of using my mind to scare myself. The first project I will be chronicling in my blog will be the painting of my cabinets, which will be followed by new counter tops and a back-splash. I cannot wait to begin this journey as a blogger and continue to better myself every day.

Thanks for reading!



Chels