by Dannielle Cresp on April 2, 2013
My family here in Michigan aren’t big Easter celebrators, so I wasn’t expecting much to happen this weekend. My cousin C took me ice skating on Friday night, and I’m proud to say that I made it around the Ice Rink holding onto the edge 3 whole times without falling over. Woo!
Ice Skating could now be ticked off my imaginary list. Then on Saturday we went out for National Coney Island (a diner chain) where I had the most delicious Tuna Melt and we went to Marshalls and Walmart. (No trip to the USA is complete without a trip to Walmart! or so I’m told.) I found some Chuck Taylor’s for $25 and some 80′s Glam Sharpies!
It was awesome, and I thought that was the fun part of the day over. But my other cousin (both are equally awesome) G came over late in the evening and all 3 of us went out for pancakes at IHOP at midnight!! (This may be normal where you’re from, but nothing (reputable) is open for pancakes back home that late, so it was a real treat)
We had great food and lots of laughs. Our “Easter Brunch” was quite the feast. I felt the happiest I have in a long time. We followed it up with a day in our PJs and dinner at trendy Michigan restaurant called Vinsetta Garage, where there was more great food and good company. It was honestly the best Easter I can remember and I wouldn’t give up that memory for the world.
I’m feeling happy and calm and ready to go home on my terms. It’s funny that Michigan was the place where that low feeling started in late 2011, and now it’s the place where it’s finally gone. Maybe I knew I was meant to come here?! I’ll never know, but I’ll never regret the decision to get on that bus when I needed to, because it took me somewhere I knew I’d be safe, and I was. And it gave me an Easter memory that I can have for the rest of my days and you can’t beat that.
P.S. I’m flying home later this week. Yay!!
by Dannielle Cresp on February 17, 2012
Happy Friday! I just wanted to share my Scoutie Girl column with you today. I think it’s one that you might enjoy reading.
I sometimes think that people get caught up in only creating something that is perfect and forget about how creating with others has more than one purpose. If you’re interested, you can read it here!
by Dannielle Cresp on February 15, 2012
I took this picture as part of the #febpphotoaday challenge for Day 11 ‘Makes you happy’. But there’s a story behind these ears and I wanted to share it with you.
The red ears came to me in March of 1999, when I was 13. My Grandmother had been diagnosed with stage 4 (incurable) cancer late the year before and one lovely organisation (sorry, I can’t remember which) granted her a holiday to the USA to see the Jazz in New Orleans and then a trip to Disneyland. She got the red mickey mouse ears for me while she was there. Unfortunately, she was very sick when she came home and passed away very soon after, without being able to give out her gifts she’d collected. She left me these ears and they have had pride of place in my room ever since.
The black ears came to me in October of 2004, at Disneyland. I was 18 and on my first ever trip overseas. I wanted to get a pair that had my name stitched in the back and something to remember the trip by. I also got a matching pair for my brother as he’d never been.
It’s funny how things that don’t cost so much in monetary terms can mean so much. They sit on my dresser and make me happy every day. One day I hope to have a glass cabinet or glass shelves to keep them in.
Do you have something that is super special to you? I’d love to hear about it.
by Dannielle Cresp on January 20, 2012
A couple of weeks ago I was cleaning out the family bookshelves, and I found this hand drawn card I made for my dad around 1999. You can clearly see that I was never much of an illustrator, but I wondered why he’d kept it out of all of the handmade cards I’d given him when I was growing up.
There’s a sweet message on the inside and then a note that says to open up the page to full size. On the very inside, I had written him HTML code that would allow him to create his own website!!
This must have been just after we had learned to write code at school in computer class. I loved code even back then! He thought it was so clever that I wanted to teach him something that he kept it all these years.
Code has come a long way since then and so have I, but I just love that it still exists and how it reminds me how much I enjoyed code even when I was just learning how to use computers and the internet was new and exciting to us.
Maybe sometimes you do know what you’re meant to do from a young age, but sometimes it takes you a while and trying some other things before you realise it?
P.S. I’m cringing at all the coding mistakes in this.
by Dannielle Cresp on September 13, 2011
On this day 10 years ago my dad lost his job. Pretty unremarkable right? In the wake of the events just days before, it seems like something that should be forgotten. Something that I should have left in the past. But I can’t.
For some reason, this anniversary stings more than others. I suppose finding out last week that the full entitlements will never be paid hit me harder than ever. My dad worked for an airline, one that employed whole families, one that was a community all of its own. Once you went to work there, you stayed until you retired and then your kids worked there too.
15,000 people lost their jobs that day. For us, it meant going from a single income family to nothing, in an instant. We had no idea it was coming and we first found out about it from a news report. What a way to find out you’ve lost your job!
A lot of people were worse off than us though. I’m not suggesting that we were the only ones who suffered. I can only tell it from my point of view, and what I saw was 5 very long years of looking for work and people being told that 40 was too old to “re-skill”.
I don’t know why I’m writing this, I think it’s a way for me to heal. The events of that day are long forgotten by people who weren’t left caught in the middle, but it turned my happy little 15 year old life on it’s head, and it’s shaped who I am today, and I don’t forget that.
I am grateful for all of the people who helped us through that time and I am thankful for my family.
They say that time heals all wounds, I hope they’re right.
by Dannielle Cresp on May 9, 2011
More than creating and selling handmade and that idea that we are sharing it with the world. It is the memories that we create with handmade that I think is really special.
Growing up, it was always the things that were made just for me that I loved the most. We were a hand-me-down loving family so when there was something that was specifically just for me, I really cherished it.
These are the things that I wish I still had to share photos of with you. Things like the door snake that was twice my size when I was 3, and the quilt that I watched my grandma stitch by hand for me (she still has it).
When you are making something for someone, whether it be for sale or not, you are somehow connected to that forever. It is a fingerprint in time. Of where you were, what you were doing and how you felt. It may not always be apparent but memories have a way of sneaking up on you.
Sometimes when we start to focus on quantities and getting it ready to sell we can forget that we are creating something special. Something that will create a memory for someone else too. Just like hearing a song can remind you where you last were when you heard it, a photo or the object can remind you of the day you created it or when you received it in the mail.
Handmade doesn’t have to be perfect, imperfections add character. You are making memories as much as you are making things.
Is that something that you can relate to?
by Dannielle Cresp on October 28, 2010
Years are passing by quicker than ever these days!
Twelve months ago today I was sitting in my bed miserable and sore. I was in week two recovery from keyhole surgery for what was then a mystery illness. It took a long time to get over and some days it still makes me sad. But that’s not the point of this, it’s how far I have come since then.
Back then I had a hobby business that I would work on in my pj’s when I could get out of bed. I was studying to complete my last subject of my undergrad degree on campus and my post-grad by correspondence. I finished both by the end of December and set the wheels in motion for turning my hobby into a business.
In January I took that one step further and applied to the government supported NEIS program and took a course in running a small business from home.
In the mean time I finally got some answers to the illness that was making it too difficult to walk to the kitchen and back and was able to make the best of it.
By March I had completed the small business course and my itty biz had officially begun. I was so ready to start something new, I had no idea what I had got myself into. But everyday has been a challenge and some days have been better than others.
I learned that there are people out there who will take what is not theirs, like when I had money stolen. And that their are beautiful people who will go out of their way to remind you that you will be ok.
I have realised that trusting my instincts is a good thing and that there are other people out there that are like me!
Now it’s the end of October again, and me and my business business have grown and changed in ways I’d never imagined – and that’s a good thing. The year is winding up and I’ll be 25 before I know it.
Let’s hope the next twelve months can leave me feeling at contented as today.
What a year it has been! Has your year brought you changes you weren’t expecting? Has it made you stronger? Tell me in the comments!