Dolly bouquet pictures.
Friday, April 17, 2009
Change in direction
I really thought that I was going to focus on crafty and my handmade items in this blog, but I think it is going to be more a place to tell my story. I don't know if anyone will read, but I will tell. It will have crafty, artsy type stuff b/c that is part of my story. It is also going to have a lot of my history. That being said, here is my post for today.
This morning while I was on the treadmill praying and pondering a thought came to me. My favorite metaphor to use when talking about my past and childhood abuse is the basement. I feel like I am a house. On the outside everything is put together. The house looks in order. I think most people would consider that I am a pretty high functioning individual. I take care of my kids, I don't really struggle with depression; I work out 6 days a week; I have 17 years clean from drugs; I am not saying all that makes me better than anyone else, but I seem to have things pretty together. That is the house being in order. Under the house, though, is a very different story. There is a basement that I keep locked up. There are scary things inside the basement. I try to be pretty in touch and honest with my self. I try not to dwell in denial or fear. I just don't really know how to deal with the basement properly. I know it effects my life, my relationships, my walk with God, etc., but it does not cripple me, or keep me from living my life and doing what I need to do. I feel like the basement is just full or rotten corpses. They stink and they are scary. Most people probably don't want t0 venture down and play with the corpses. You don't usually drag them upstairs to the dinner table or out on the lawn for a family picnic. They just remain hidden. Sometimes the stench of the death and pain they represent leak out into the house. In my life I think the stench is kind of subtle and not over whelming. Kind of like a fart. Any way, I grew up knowing that not everyone had corpses in their basement.
I thought that I needed to get the corpses out and clean out the basement. I got a different perspective on this today. I was thinking about decomposition, the process and benefits. When plants, animals or even bodies decompose they eventually enrich the soil. The death and decay turn into life and abundance in the soil. That soil, once enriched, grows healthier and more beautiful plants, veggies or whatever. God has been at work all of my life turning the rot and damage that lives in the basement into a beautiful garden which bares greater fruit because the decay has nourished the soil. I don't need to get rid of it, but i do need to unlock to door so that the Sonlight can come in and so I can enjoy the garden and let others be nourished by it.
This morning while I was on the treadmill praying and pondering a thought came to me. My favorite metaphor to use when talking about my past and childhood abuse is the basement. I feel like I am a house. On the outside everything is put together. The house looks in order. I think most people would consider that I am a pretty high functioning individual. I take care of my kids, I don't really struggle with depression; I work out 6 days a week; I have 17 years clean from drugs; I am not saying all that makes me better than anyone else, but I seem to have things pretty together. That is the house being in order. Under the house, though, is a very different story. There is a basement that I keep locked up. There are scary things inside the basement. I try to be pretty in touch and honest with my self. I try not to dwell in denial or fear. I just don't really know how to deal with the basement properly. I know it effects my life, my relationships, my walk with God, etc., but it does not cripple me, or keep me from living my life and doing what I need to do. I feel like the basement is just full or rotten corpses. They stink and they are scary. Most people probably don't want t0 venture down and play with the corpses. You don't usually drag them upstairs to the dinner table or out on the lawn for a family picnic. They just remain hidden. Sometimes the stench of the death and pain they represent leak out into the house. In my life I think the stench is kind of subtle and not over whelming. Kind of like a fart. Any way, I grew up knowing that not everyone had corpses in their basement.
I thought that I needed to get the corpses out and clean out the basement. I got a different perspective on this today. I was thinking about decomposition, the process and benefits. When plants, animals or even bodies decompose they eventually enrich the soil. The death and decay turn into life and abundance in the soil. That soil, once enriched, grows healthier and more beautiful plants, veggies or whatever. God has been at work all of my life turning the rot and damage that lives in the basement into a beautiful garden which bares greater fruit because the decay has nourished the soil. I don't need to get rid of it, but i do need to unlock to door so that the Sonlight can come in and so I can enjoy the garden and let others be nourished by it.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Makeup World and Craft world collide
Yesterday I had the privilege of working with some amazingly talented women for a photo shoot. The idea came from meeting Ariela of RBK creations (Really Bad Kitty- I just think that name is so cute) in a chat room. She was finishing work on a custom bridal order which included 3 bouquets and somewhere in the range of about a dozen boutonnieres. She had not gotten any really good pictures of them. Being in the hair/makeup/modeling industry I know photographers and models who love to get together and play. I made the proposition that we could do a big photoshoot to showcase her bridal order and have fun too.
Well, that grew into a dolly party shoot at a car shop in Deep Ellum. RBK brought tons of bouquets and flowers, as well as balloons and cup cakes. DtB (that would be me, Dawn the Butcher) did hair and makeup. Havi Frost shot the whole scene and allowed makeup, hair and wardrobe to go on at her house. Of course, we ran behind schedule as is tradition for DtB. Everyone looked lovely; the shoot went smashingly and I can't wait to see the pictures. They will be posted as soon as I have them in my possession.
Creative people seem to bring out the best in one another and make beautiful things when combined.
Well, that grew into a dolly party shoot at a car shop in Deep Ellum. RBK brought tons of bouquets and flowers, as well as balloons and cup cakes. DtB (that would be me, Dawn the Butcher) did hair and makeup. Havi Frost shot the whole scene and allowed makeup, hair and wardrobe to go on at her house. Of course, we ran behind schedule as is tradition for DtB. Everyone looked lovely; the shoot went smashingly and I can't wait to see the pictures. They will be posted as soon as I have them in my possession.
Creative people seem to bring out the best in one another and make beautiful things when combined.
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