I do not consider myself a very adept DIY-er (do-it-yourself-er), and I do not come from a particularly “handy” family. The Saylors (paternal) and the Webers (maternal) are more of a non-handy breed, with proclivities for intellectual, spiritual, and cultural explorations. This is not a good or a bad thing, it just is what it is. There are many beautiful and wondrous benefits to embrace when one comes from a family with these attributes, and I am very proud to be a Saylor/Weber spawn. But when it comes to needing to do something around the house, I come up a bit short, and my roots might have something to do with it, that’s all I’m saying. When in doubt, blame your family, right?
[Actually, I am very much kidding, and feel that this is one of the most non-goddess attitudes to hold. I believe very deeply in healing, forgiving, and embracing every aspect of family history and upbringing—no matter how terrible or wonderful. Holding our families accountable for our own goddess shortcomings and sorrows, after we have reached a certain point in adulthood, is not productive for our souls in the long-run; and only forgiveness and full acceptance can sustain full-time goddess flourishing. Once our histories have been unpacked, examined, and brought into the light for healing, only we are responsible for every aspect of our lives. After a certain point, we must simply love everyone and love all of it—even and especially the “dark” stuff. We do not have to like, enjoy, or even engage with our family, but we must forgive and love, in all areas of familial history, if we are to prosper as goddesses.]
Left to right, top to bottom: Weber mother and her three daughters (Goddess on the left); The Goddess (right) and her twin sissie; Mama Weber and two of her three daughters (Goddess on the right); Christine Elisabeth Weber
Left to right, top to bottom: Baba Saylor (The Goddess’s grandmother and Earth Angel); The Goddess (center) negotiating with Papa Saylor over something very important; Some, but not all, of the Saylor family (The Goddess is upper left); Father Saylor, Aunt Becky, and Aunt Sandy, before this Goddess was born
B&J Saylor Food Corporation (late 1800’s), R.I.P.
I am grateful to have reached a point in my life and my familial healing, where I can lovingly and light-heartedly “blame” my family for my lack of knowledge in this area of life; and openly admit that when it comes to fixing, repairing, making, building, or doing anything related to improving conditions around the house—even and especially cleaning—I feel a bit like an alien or a foreigner in a strange land, with no natural understanding of how to do things, and no relaxed feelings about any of it. In fact, anything DIY-related gives me a fair amount of anxiety, although I have begun to expand myself in this area, taking more chances and diving right in; and have thus built up some confidence. Props to anyone (such as my brother-in-law) who possesses and utilizes these gifts, talents, and skills. I am fascinated by and in awe of those special beings who “get it,” because I may never really “get it,” at my core, but I can try to fake it and hope for the best.
If you have not read my first post about my REINDEER MAGIC journey, please do so before reading this one. The details of that post are not integral to this article, but they are emotionally enhancing and soul expanding, so I do advise you to check out REINDEER MAGIC, PART I: CLAIRE before proceeding.
This PART II post is less of an article actually, and more of a photo narrative of my awkward REINDEER MAGIC assemblage. Captions are key!
If you insist on not reading PART I, this first image will get you up to speed…sort of…
Left: Reindeer, Right: Faux-pine-table-setting-place-mat-kind-of-thingy
Claire (you won’t know who Claire is unless you read PART I) suggested I use safety pins, so I obligingly used safety pins, to unite Reindeer with Faux Pine.
The butt of Reindeer with a safety pin lodged through his back upper thigh. The faux pine needles effectively camouflage this rather resistant and unnatural assemblage quite nicely I think. This is the part of the process that I was (and still am) least confident in, since I am not entirely positive that Reindeer is all that securely fastened to Pine. But at a certain point, I just had to move on and hope for the best.
I came up with this one on my own. Once Reindeer was united with Pine, I nailed Pine to the Masonite board. Brilliant, right? I know.
At this point, I had no idea what I was doing, but I was on a thrilling high, knowing in my soul that there was no turning back. From Left to Right: Random nails shoved through the board in a slapdashly haphazard fashion; Close-up of random nails shoved through the board; Bent random nails so as not to injure myself or others.
Now to somehow fashion a way to hang this assemblage on my door.
Claire was adamant about using ribbon instead of my suggested wire—she didn’t insist, but she kept saying, “Well, I would use ribbon.” Therefore, whither thou goest, I will go.
Like wrapping a present
Now for the finishing touches…
You can’t have REINDEER MAGIC without glitter, and you can’t have glitter without Kesha. Kesha and glitter are like peanut butter and jelly, so I honestly can’t really address one without considering the other. #keshaforever #freekesha #ilovekesha
I think my twin sister said it best, when I sent her this picture of my REINDEER MAGIC, and she responded with…