I do not consider myself a very adept DIY-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?
A NOTE ABOUT FAMILY…
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 I do believe that we must forgive and love, in all areas of familial history, if we are to prosper as goddesses.
Top left: My mother and sisters (me on the left). Top right: Me (on the right) and my twin sissie. Bottom right: My mother, Christine Elisabeth Weber (1942-2017). Bottom left: My mother, sister, and me (on the right).
Top left: Baba (my grandmother and Earth Angel). Top right: Me (center) negotiating with my father over something very important. Bottom right: My dad (left), Aunt Becky, and Aunt Sandy, at Aunt Becky’s wedding, before I was born. Bottom Left: Some, but not all, of the Saylor family (me on the upper left).
Our family business since the late 1800’s, closed when I was in 8th grade. R.I.P B&J Saylor Food Corporation.
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 of 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. Left: Random nails shoved through the board in a slapdashly haphazard fashion. Middle: Close-up of random nails shoved through the board. Right: 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 Claire goest, I will go.
Like wrapping a present.
In the reindeer magic spirit!
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
Applying gluey glitter to the edge of the masonite board.
I think my twin sister said it best, when I sent her this picture of my REINDEER MAGIC, and she responded with…
HAPPY HOLIDAYS AND MERRY REINDEER MAGIC!
Did you enjoy this awkward DIY journey? What DIY holiday projects have you done that you are most proud of? I can’t wait to hear from you! And thank you for reading 🙂 xo