Apropo ai vazut iile de hartie? La inceput le purtau doar ghioceii, anul acesta nu am putut rezista si au primit si florile brosa hainute de sarbatoare cusute la masina.
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Pregatiri de 1 martie: etichete
Apropo ai vazut iile de hartie? La inceput le purtau doar ghioceii, anul acesta nu am putut rezista si au primit si florile brosa hainute de sarbatoare cusute la masina.
Saturday, February 22, 2014
Friday, February 21, 2014
Martisoare cu flori naturale presate
La inceputul lunii m-am mutat in casa noua, lucru care a implicat si o curatenie generala, inclusiv in biblioteca. Am descoperit culegeri de matematica si chimie pe care uitasem ca le aveam, ca sa nu mai zic si de ce. Pana cand, din greseala, am scapat una dintre carti din care au cazut cateva flori presate. Mi-au stat in biblioteca cam 2 ani. Le-am adunat din gradina bunicii, dornica sa le pastrez frumusetea si sa o redescopar peste ani, intocmai ca ierbarul pe care il tineam in copilarie.
Anul acesta pleaca sa infrumuseteze inceputul de primavara al femeilor importante din viata voastra.
Le comanzi la circulmagicshop@gmail.com. Stocul este limitat. Promit sa ma pregatesc mai bine la anul :)
Anul acesta pleaca sa infrumuseteze inceputul de primavara al femeilor importante din viata voastra.
Le comanzi la circulmagicshop@gmail.com. Stocul este limitat. Promit sa ma pregatesc mai bine la anul :)
Saturday, February 8, 2014
Don't be yourself
"Don't be yourself. Be someone a little nicer." -Mignon McLaughlin, journalist and author (1913-1983)
Lately I've been struggling with the snappy part of my self. The part that is irritated by Every. Little. Thing. God's wisdom and sense of humor has decided I shall live with three people who are wonderful and gifted and I love them just the way they are...but who have less need than I for order, organization, cleanliness, solitude, and peace.
Maybe I was born this way, needing these things, and didn't get them enough in my childhood because of the eleven other kids and their friends with whom I shared a house. I grew up in a stable loving home that was also filled with mess, disorganization, clutter, noise and chaos. My response was to feel horribly anxious and retreat whenever possible. I came by it honestly - my dad actually built a separate room for himself as his means of escape, and I can totally understand that. I still grit my teeth through every kids' birthday party and can honestly agree sometimes with whoever said "Hell is other people."
But my irritability can be a problem. I'm not proud of my tendency to yell and criticize. Last year I practiced "complaint free living" by wearing a bracelet to help me increase awareness and refrain from complaining, criticizing, or gossiping. It took me 8+ months to go 21 consecutive days without moving the bracelet. I'm realizing that, sadly, the good habits I tried to "re-wire" into my brain have not lasted. I think maybe I'm a little better than before, but I need to get the bracelet back on.
Anyway, I saw this quote (don't be yourself) and it reminds me to keep practicing my patience and tolerance skills.
I also like this response to all the "positive psychology" messages out there. You know, all those messages that tell us how great we are all the time. I like that this message frees us to admit we're not so great, but that we can do better.
Saturday, February 1, 2014
Friday, January 31, 2014
Daruieste dragoste: brosa quilling inima
Martisoare quilling: floare cu ac de brosa
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Toate martisoarele sunt imbracate in haine de sarbatoare, fiind asezate pe ii de hartie cusute la masina si protejate de o cutiuta de plastic transparent.
Un martisor quilling tufanica floare cu ac de brosa costa 2 ron.
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Povestea iilor de hartie continua
Thursday, January 30, 2014
Teaser: martisoare quilling fluturi
Wednesday, January 29, 2014
January 2014 - Practicing Joy
For a few months now, our family has been trying to follow a "practice of the month." In November we practiced Gratitude, and in December we practiced Giving. I got the idea from a group at our church last year that was focusing on practicing compassion, and I wanted to try it as a way of integrating those practices and values that are important to me into our daily life.
I bought a glass vase and a bunch of colored glass beads. When we remember to do it, which is often only a couple of times a week, we talk about our "practice" around the table. When we think of an example of the practice, either something we did or saw someone else do, we name it and put a bead in the jar. At the end of the month, if the jar is full, we get to go do something fun. It's led to some good conversations, and sometimes it's been helpful to get us out of the rut of complaining and snipping at each other.
So January was the month to practice Joy. I chose Joy because, let's face it, January can be cold, dark, long, and dreary. The kids did not adjust well to going back to school after the Christmas break. Bryan's mood tends to go down in the season of short days. I'm not crazy about the cold or the air pollution. So I was somewhat skeptical about our ability to put Joy into practice. In general, I'm not a big fan of "positive thinking" as a self-help ploy...even if it works, it frequently feels false to me. But I do think that joy is a choice - and an important one to make often - and so I gritted my teeth and committed to exercise my joy muscle this month.
Surprisingly, it's actually worked pretty well. Part of my approach was to try to incorporate more play into the daily grind. I'm not naturally very playful as an adult, unfortunately for my kids, and I wasn't even very playful as a child. So I tried the Jerry Seinfeld idea of doing "opposite day" - if I didn't feel playful, I played. If my kids were annoying me, I made myself respond playfully and tried to turn things into a game or a joke. "Act as if." "Fake it to make it." I didn't do it consistently, but when I did, it helped.
The other place I found joy this month - believe it or not - has been the laundry. First, when you really stop to think about it, our way of doing laundry should always evoke gratitude. When's the last time you washed all your clothes by hand, or scrubbed them against a washboard, or a rock in a river as the majority of humans have done for a great long time? In the spirit of being mindful, I took to noticing the multisensory experience brought to me by my laundry. Compared to the clothes most humans have worn through most of history, don't we have amazingly soft, comfortable fabrics? beautiful designs? rich colors?
My sister-in-law Grace gave me the gift once of telling me how she did her laundry. When folding my brother's clothes, she focused on her love for my brother. She remembered the time before she met him when she prayed to meet someone to love. OK, I admit, this is overly sentimental and totally hokey! But today when I folded the laundry, I held a few clean, warm, soft shirts to my face and breathed in gratitude for the husband and children in my life.
And finally, when I clean out the lint screen these days, I get an extra hit of joy. Why would dryer lint give me joy? Because my 9-year-old daughter has taken to collecting it. Every time I give her a big lint ball she breaks into a smile and makes a happy "ooh!".
January is almost over, and I'm not sad about that. But thanks to this month's Joy practice, I can honestly say it's been one of my better Januarys in recent memory.
For a few months now, our family has been trying to follow a "practice of the month." In November we practiced Gratitude, and in December we practiced Giving. I got the idea from a group at our church last year that was focusing on practicing compassion, and I wanted to try it as a way of integrating those practices and values that are important to me into our daily life.
I bought a glass vase and a bunch of colored glass beads. When we remember to do it, which is often only a couple of times a week, we talk about our "practice" around the table. When we think of an example of the practice, either something we did or saw someone else do, we name it and put a bead in the jar. At the end of the month, if the jar is full, we get to go do something fun. It's led to some good conversations, and sometimes it's been helpful to get us out of the rut of complaining and snipping at each other.
So January was the month to practice Joy. I chose Joy because, let's face it, January can be cold, dark, long, and dreary. The kids did not adjust well to going back to school after the Christmas break. Bryan's mood tends to go down in the season of short days. I'm not crazy about the cold or the air pollution. So I was somewhat skeptical about our ability to put Joy into practice. In general, I'm not a big fan of "positive thinking" as a self-help ploy...even if it works, it frequently feels false to me. But I do think that joy is a choice - and an important one to make often - and so I gritted my teeth and committed to exercise my joy muscle this month.
Surprisingly, it's actually worked pretty well. Part of my approach was to try to incorporate more play into the daily grind. I'm not naturally very playful as an adult, unfortunately for my kids, and I wasn't even very playful as a child. So I tried the Jerry Seinfeld idea of doing "opposite day" - if I didn't feel playful, I played. If my kids were annoying me, I made myself respond playfully and tried to turn things into a game or a joke. "Act as if." "Fake it to make it." I didn't do it consistently, but when I did, it helped.
The other place I found joy this month - believe it or not - has been the laundry. First, when you really stop to think about it, our way of doing laundry should always evoke gratitude. When's the last time you washed all your clothes by hand, or scrubbed them against a washboard, or a rock in a river as the majority of humans have done for a great long time? In the spirit of being mindful, I took to noticing the multisensory experience brought to me by my laundry. Compared to the clothes most humans have worn through most of history, don't we have amazingly soft, comfortable fabrics? beautiful designs? rich colors?
My sister-in-law Grace gave me the gift once of telling me how she did her laundry. When folding my brother's clothes, she focused on her love for my brother. She remembered the time before she met him when she prayed to meet someone to love. OK, I admit, this is overly sentimental and totally hokey! But today when I folded the laundry, I held a few clean, warm, soft shirts to my face and breathed in gratitude for the husband and children in my life.
And finally, when I clean out the lint screen these days, I get an extra hit of joy. Why would dryer lint give me joy? Because my 9-year-old daughter has taken to collecting it. Every time I give her a big lint ball she breaks into a smile and makes a happy "ooh!".
January is almost over, and I'm not sad about that. But thanks to this month's Joy practice, I can honestly say it's been one of my better Januarys in recent memory.
Sunday, January 26, 2014
Inspirational: Potoo, pasarea cu ochii mari din America de Sud
Ok. Nu e tocmai genul de inspirational pe care vi l-am propus pana acum. Dar serios. Pasarea asta este senzationala. Am descoperit-o recent, dupa ce un colaj a inceput sa devina viral pe Facebook. Parea atat de ireala incat m-am gandit ca trebuie sa fie unul dintre multele fake-uri care umbla pe net. Dar nu. Exista. Pasarea asta misterioasa si ciudatica se numeste Potoo si sunt 7 specii diferite (Great Potoo - Nyctibius grandis, Long-tailed Potoo - Nyctibius aethereus, Northern Potoo - Nyctibius jamaicensis, Andean Potoo - Nyctibius maculosus, Common Potoo - Nyctibius griseus, White-winged Potoo - Nyctibius leucopterus, Rufous Potoo - Nyctibius bracteatus) care traiesc in America de Sud.
Nu cresc mai mari de 21–58 cm si sunt in acelasi timp tare ciudatele dar si tare dragalase. Fiind pasari nocturne, ziua si-o petrec dormind in copaci profitand de penajul care le ajuta sa se camufleze. Devin active dupa apus si se folosesc de ochii neobisnuit de mari pentru a-si vedea prada si pentru a-i baga in sperieti pe cei neobisnuiti cu creaturile exotice ale junglei.
Saturday, January 25, 2014
Friday, January 24, 2014
I wrote this for our Galloway Group's new website, which includes a blog for runners. Thought I'd post here as well. I started running in 2010, and it has done so much for me. Still can't believe I do this!
My story is similar to the others posted here - I NEVER thought I would enjoy exercise, least of all RUNNING! Growing up, my favorite activity was curling up with a good book and moving my eyes left to right for hours on end. My brothers played soccer and my sisters did ballet, but I was too incoordinated and unmotivated to enjoy any sport on a regular basis. (I still cannot do step aerobics to save my life.) I also learned to fear ball sports after being injured while made to play with bigger-stronger-faster kids. When I biked or ran with kids my age, they all just left me in the dust. Years later I would find out more about why...keep reading...
When I took swim lessons, I saw that other kids could somehow float, but I sank to the bottom like a stone. I did learn to ski, but was slower than my friends in passing each level, which meant I watched them take off for the big hill while I stayed behind. In middle school, I was effectively trained to HATE the mile by our PE teachers, who required us to run it in a certain time - conveniently ignoring that we all had different bodies with different abilities. (I would love to go back with a heart rate monitor and be graded on EFFORT rather than an arbitrary time cutoff.) In high school, I even developed exercise-induced urticaria, which meant I broke out in big red blotchy itchy hives after each run. So I did what any self-respecting clumsy short person would do - I developed my brain rather than my body. I played violin and piano and did well in school. The culture and my parents rewarded me for this, even if I was still pretty much a nerd among my peers. I made friends with other musicians and smart kids and we focused on getting into college and pursuing our careers. For years I ignored my body. My body basically existed to house my brain, which was where I lived. I did exercise half-heartedly to keep from gaining weight, but I sure didn't enjoy it or look forward to it. It was like eating my veggies - I knew it was good for me, but I wouldn't do it of my own accord.
Well, my brain took me to medical school, where I continued to stuff it with learning and facts. Despite my lack of interest in (and time for) fitness, two experiences there were significant. First, I was part of the "code" team at LDS Hospital. If someone started to die, the code pager went off and the code team dropped whatever we were doing and raced for the patient. One day we were in the basement looking at pathology slides and the code pager summoned us to the 8th floor ICU. Taking the elevator was out of the question - this was a true life-or-death emergency! The code team charged up the stairs. The rest of the team surged ahead as I painfully tried to run up the 7 flights of stairs. By the time I made it to the 8th floor they were out of sight. Sweaty and panting, I eventually rejoined them. No one said anything, but of course I felt remorseful at my slowness. This was life or death - what if people were counting on me one day and I couldn't come through? And another thing - my colleagues were as busy and stressed and out of shape as I was (or more). Why could they zip up those stairs so much faster than I could? I was soon to find out!
Second experience: A few weeks later we were in the Pulmonology lab for a demonstration of inhalers and pulmonary function tests. We were invited to take the tests that patients take, and here comes my "aha!" moment - my tests showed that I had a significantly smaller lung capacity than expected for my age, gender, height and weight. I was off the chart. AHA!!! It wasn't major, and it didn't limit me in normal daily life, but it did explain why I seemed to be a Hufflepuff in a world full of Ravenclaws and Gryffindors (couldn't resist the Harry Potter reference, sorry).
So...here I am now, running marathons and loving it! No one is more surprised at this than me. I can't explain what made me want to run, but not long after the big 4-0 I came across an article about the Galloway method and suddenly I thought, "I wonder how far I could run." I looked up the SLC Galloway group and the rest is history. The run-walk-run method just jives with me. It makes me feel GOOD! (unlike running continuously, which still makes me feel BAD even though I'm in better shape now). It may not be for everyone, but it unlocked my joy for bodily play, and I am much more integrated - a body, a brain, and most importantly a SOUL that enjoys both the physical and mental aspects of life.
Thursday, January 23, 2014
Tutorial: cum se face un ciucure si ce poti face cu o gramada
Am pe lista de ceva timp un covor din ciucuri. Inca ii strang pentru o super pufosenie de covor pe care sa stau lenesa la caldurica. Cam ca cel de mai jos. Abia astept sa incep lucrul la el. Pana atunci, va prezint si voua un tutorial foarte simplu care va invata cum se face un ciucure. Instructiunile sunt destul de simple si desi nu este singura varianta pentru a crea un ciucure DIY, mi se pare cea mai rapida si cea mai usor de urmarit.
Foloseste culori si fire de diferite grosimi si texturi pentru o colectie irezistibila de pufosenii. Ii poti folosi la fulare si caciuli (ca tot a venit iarna), ii poti transforma in cercei sau in colier si daca esti genul de persoana cu mare rabdare, iti poti face un covor din ciucuri, poti imbraca un tamburel, o pernuta si acum ca stau sa ma gandesc posibilitatile sunt nelimitate.
Tuesday, January 21, 2014
Martisoare quilling 2014: Martisoru Ghiocel
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| Martisoru Ghiocelu martisor ghiocel realizat din hartie, in tehnica quilling pe suport de carton cusut la masina Dimensiuni martisor: 4 cm Dimensiuni carton: 6,5cm Pret: 3 ron Martisoarele vor fi ambalate individual in pungute de 1 martie. Comenzile se fac prin email la circulmagicshop@gmail.com (nume, prenume, adresa, cod postal, numar de telefon) sau in magazinul de pe Breslo. Mai multe detalii si poze aici |
Monday, January 20, 2014
Milestone achieved: My No. 4 quilled collar necklace is so awesome!
Et voila! The 4th quilled collar Happiness! It's simply adorable and it's soooo eye-catching! I can't really resist it and it's such a great accessory to rebel against the bleak weather. You can order yours too at circulmagicshop@gmail.com.
Martisoare din flori naturale numai bune de purtat in piept de mandrute
