4 March 2016

Happy Place

Going to the Op Shops and Garage Sales are most definitely my favourite form of recreation!

These are some finds from the last few weeks. (Despite what it might look like I actually DON'T spend all my time at op shops!! I will pop into one on my way elsewhere usually. Occasionally I will go on a spree/op shop crawl, if I have a. the time, b. some spare cash and c. my kids can cope!! 
As for garage sales, I generally only go to the bigger fundraising ones at churches or schools... I like to go most weekends, if I can! 

Apols to my instagram friends who have seen some of these photos already.. (I am finding instagram quite a useful/fun sharing space these days!) linda_opshop is me! 


Various cute and a bit kitsch things. And two very huge and very useful 70s trays.
My kids LOVE these spoons. I've had to limit it to only buying ones with 'dangly bits' plus any that feature trains or the royal family. 

I always buy old Fisher and Price toys when I see them.

We have SO MANY books in our house. Almost every single one has been thrifted. You can find some absolute gold.

I had to buy this record for the cover. It's going on the wall in someone's room.

I gave this tin to my sister-in-law who LOVES hydrangeas. I do too. But she does more. Plus I filled it with baking as she is a huge help to me. 

This coaster is bigger than my head. Also going on the wall. (the coaster, not my head lol)

fabric, dresses, 70s glasses.

I absolutely LOVE this fabric, which has been cut into the pieces for a very small dress unfortunately. (adult size small)  But I'll think of something for it!

I've found a few very cool old duvets lately.. 

$2

I don't photograph all the stuff I buy. Like the clothing for the kids, the shoes, etc etc... I usually only show off the interesting stuff.. But this was a pile that demonstrates how cheaply and effectively you CAN clothe all the kids... This was a fill-a-bag-for-$1 jumble sale. Sometimes they are $5 a bag. But still amazing value. That stuff is cool stuff my kids actually like, a lot of it current season fashion. (so it seems!) I even find school uniforms that are in perfect condition. Win.
Just sayin.


Bad hair, don't care. 


And this was yesterday. One shop. Sheets and pillow cases on left, brown dress, blue and white towelling 70s shirt, make up box and kitsch wall thing. Maybe $8 total.

Happy Days!

29 January 2016

Funky Fabric Finds from St Francis

The other day, between swimming lessons with some of my kids, I popped into the PopUp Op Shop at the St Francis Oppy in Hillcrest.. (They have so much stuff they filled a big room next door with their overflow, and made it cheap as chips..) They also have a Garage Sale tomorrow morning Hamilton people. 

I found lots of cute kids' fabric, among other things..

Very old copies of Wiz of Oz and Black Beauty..

Incredibly strange to have  green-faced children on that fabric. Different! Haha.

The 3 kids' prints were 2 flat single sheets and a couple of pillowcases.. so plenty of fabric!

I'm trying to build up my collection of old towels with prints on, so I only end up with cool oldy ones...

Quite a large and VERY COOL curtain..

Few more towels, these ones from my local..

Old Fisher-Price. Goes. Quite annoying actually, but Stan LOVES music.

Love

Very old. Love.

Gratuitous Arlo-on-Beach photo

 Stan..  He's coming along beautifully. Absoutely adorable and SERIOUSLY still the easiest baby EVS!!!

Happy Days!

27 January 2016

Slight Silver Lining



SO working backwards.. I shall now ATTEMPT to show what the op shopperoo scene has presented to me in the last year or so.. 

The Red Cross Op Shop that shut down the other day had a great closing sale, of course. (Slight Silver lining) .. Nothing was over 50c and everything was half price of the reduced price in that final week. 


As well as getting masses of clothing for the entire family (there was quite a lot of very cool stuff...) these are my favourite purchases:


If you didn't already know, I am quite obsessed with Sindy Dolls, but only the sideways looking type from the 1970s, like the one I had. This particular one (which was 30c!) is extra special as she has those moveable joints. The Ballet Dancer one I believe. I REALLY wanted a ballet dancer/gymnast one when I was little!

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ANd because Iris was with me and she wanted one too, we also got 2 1976 barbies. I don't think barbies are anywhere near as cool as Sindy Dolls lol.

This tiny little angel was waiting for me up by the counter. I threw her in the pile at the very last minute. Packed away for next December!



LOVE these old kitchen things, despite their dishwasher-unfriendlieness! 50c each.


There were heaps of cool books.. I got some great ones. These are my favs... Great ballet book and a retro desserts book. Drool. The colours!!!

BACK UP THE BUS... what was that price tag?! LOVE it. Can't get more reasonable than that!!

I am ALWAYS hoping to find some original BARBA family books, like the ones we had as kids.. Not usually winning at this, but FINALLY found one! ANd it was 10c. (half price LOL) STOKED.

Favourite shirt for Stan.


When clothes are 50c or less you can indulge.. and Iris did! 

Those shoes I actually bought for MYSELF but I am quite good at sharing!!

HAPPY DAYS!


24 January 2016

Re -Committing

BOO!
Here I am.




Just before Christmas, me and my little elf.

I haven't blogged much lately have I ?!!  and along with technical issues (3 year old drops laptop - TWICE /internet issues etc!) I haven't got around to doing another post since my last... 

Then a couple of weeks ago ANOTHER op shop here in Hamilton closed its doors for the last time. 

The day before this op-shop shut down. Apparently the rent is too steep in the main drag of town. Boo Hiss. 

I have decided that I need to do my bit by continuing this blog, and trying to reaffirm my stance via this blog that op shopping is good for the world. 
For communities. 
For your soul!!! 
(Coz life is a crazy, beautiful treasure hunt!)

I want to do my bit by promoting the op shops, op shopping, a more thrifty lifestyle, reducing/re-using/recycling etc...
This op shop closed down a few months ago, sadly. It was the LAST ONE that I remember from when I was a teenager.. has been there for YEARS and years..






So maybe if somebody googles OP SHOPS HAMILTON NEW ZEALAND they might find me here - and MAYBE I can inspire them to get out amongst it!

I am going to do an info page up above with a kind of directory of Hamilton op shops too - in case it might be useful.



And I HAVE been doing a bit of op shopping in the last 18ish months, and photographing MOST of the purchases - I think I'll have to start by working backwards!

To my faithful readers who might still be there, waiting for a new post - Hi again! Thanks for waiting! There are still a few thousand views every month surprisingly! I am looking forward to re-connecting with some of my blog mates again too.. I often think of y'all, despite not gawking at your blogs much!

Happy Days!

5 August 2015

It's Been a Year!!!







Phew
It's been quite a year!!
Tomorrow it will be Stan's 1st birthday. I can hardly believe it.
I have been very absent from this blog, and , well, from a lot of my old life actually! It's not that I didn't want to, or couldn't get the time.. it's simply that I couldn't fit it in my head

I feel like I'm coming back to me now... and the fog is lifting! 
Stan is now being fed through a mic key button, directly into his tummy, and is FINALLY putting on weight.
And I am happy. So happy. We all are. We are LOVING him so much. 

And this story is basically a reflection on how it all went.

I have been comforted and inspired by the many stories of families adjusting to a post-birth diagnosis of down syndrome. A lot of them feel like they could have been written by me. It seems that the experience of adjustment holds similarities and involves a process, much like the grieving process, I believe. It sounds grim but for me, and seemingly a lot of others, it's necessary to get through it...

I felt compelled, all of a sudden, to add my story to the blogosphere. It's not what I was planning on doing, and I've never written a birth story or anything on here before, but, like I say, it feels like something I need to do.
Feel free to read it or not. And this is not going to be what I always do - blogging specifically about DS. It's just what's in my world right now. It's going to be an interesting and special aspect of our life from now on, but it is not all that's in it. And soon it will just be portrayed as our 'normal'. Which is what it is.
This blog usually deals with much more trivial, shallow matters! And that's how I like it. It's escapism and hedonism amidst my hectic life.
And it's how I avoid doing housework.
 LOL.


STAN's STORY
(a surprise diagnosis)


I knew something was different in this pregnancy. Just knew it. I told everyone. This baby didn't do what my other boy babies did in utero. He was listless and calm and, happily, didn't make me sick AT ALL. And with my other boys I was on the couch for 4 months literally. Having found out he was a boy I was confused by this.

I couldn't wait to hold him. I wanted to snuggle him under my chin. I wanted to breastfeed a hungry, earnest, button-nosed newborn again. It was my sixth time. I would know exactly what to do. I would soak it up. I would relish every moment, knowing it was my last time.  I was dreaming of another little guy, and watching him join into our big noisy family and grow up clever and kind, or crazy and cool, just like his siblings. He would explore the world and develop into a happy and strong person, who could be whatever he wanted to be.


The last photo of Stanley on the inside..
The morning of his birth. Bags all packed and ready to go.


When he came out, by caesaerian section (because it was assumed he's be as big/bigger than my previous babies who were enormous), he was nowhere near as big as the others. And there was no obvious reason for this... He looked the same as the others, but his face features were smaller and his hands were so tiny. He was screaming, as on the way out he got a big scratch down his face and body from the hook that held my stomach open. ( I know. Horrible.) so his face was screwed up and I didn't really get a good look at him for a while.

YOu can see the scratch on the side of his head and down his tummy. I'm smiling, but my eyes show how weird I was feeling.

But I remember how he felt in that first hour. They put him on my chest. (That's the photo above) But he had to be molded into a position that fitted, and even that didn't feel like the right spot. He didn't seem to blend into me like my other babies did. Usually my baby and I become one. We stay like that for about 4 months.. Stan didn't wriggle and hunt for my boob. It was weird. It felt odd. And I kept noticing all the small things that set him apart from the other kids. The teeny tiny pinky fingers that stuck up differently. ("JOhn look at his tiny fingers! Do they look odd to you?") I remember saying to my Dad on the phone that he looks the same, but somehow different to the others.



Four of his adoring siblings meeting him for the first time.  They were so excited to meet their newest baby.


I was in the post-natal ward with my new little bundle. The kids had been up to visit. John had taken them home. My mother and father-in-law came to see him. They loved him and left. There had been a couple of weird 'dusky spells'when he went purple and stopped breathing - during or after a feed (which was via bottle - a first EVER for me) So I was feeling all wasn't quite right. I didn't have the blissed out i'm-just-soaking-up-my-baby feeling .  There was a little baby with me, and he didn't want to feed. But he wasn't crying, and none of it felt right. 

There were 2 midwives in my room., and Stan lay in a little bassinet next to my bed. I looked at him, and for the first time our eyes properly locked together.




That's when I saw it. His eyes were wide open and he stared at me intently.
In hindsight, it felt like he was looking at me, imploring me to notice, and asking me if it was OK and if I would still love him anyway..
It breaks my heart when I remember that look.

But what I saw at the time was Down SYndrome. I saw it, 100%. Flashing lights.
"OMG he has Downs." That's what I said out loud.
The midwives came over and checked him out.
"Do you think?" There was the sandal toes. There was the single Palmers Crease. (this had been pointed out to us earlier on, but nothing has been thought of it) And of course there were the eyes.

One of our many hospital stays. 
He went purple and stopped breathing properly a few times not long after that. He was taken down to NICU where they looked after him. He was fed formula . This is the first time in 6 babies that that has happened. Those that know me know how much I am 'ínto' breastfeeding, for so many reasons.. So even that made me cry so badly. It was a big deal. And I was baby-less and in shock.

They say that this shock is sometimes like losing the baby you thought you were having, and you grieve, then get to meet a new type of baby that has arrived. You have to forget all your previous expectations and ideas.

..........


I wanted everything to go away. Maybe the world to stop for a while till I'd worked out what to do. I had to work out how to tell people, who to tell.
It's hard to know what to say. I didn't want people to be  put in that situation. Do they congratulate me? Or say "Oh no!". Do they come and visit him? Do they send a text? Or ring? Do they say anything to my kids? What do they say to them?
 (I made the decision to send a message via facebook post. It stated that we were filled with different emotions, and that we loved our guy.) It took me a few days to get to doing that. I was in turmoil. I was up and down like a yo-yo in my head. I could cry in a heartbeat. Great buckets. I spent that whole first week teetering on the edge of a howling attack. A guteral heart wrenching howling session that I wanted no-one else to hear!
 I was away from my baby and I didn't know what my baby was like.
 What he was going to be like. 
What LIFE was going to look like in a year, 5 years 20 years, 40 years for our family.
How would his siblings be affected? 
Could I handle this? 
Why did we need this in our already busy lives? 
We were too old for this, me and John. 
And how could I do this without my Mum? (I cry about that after I had all my babies, but this one more so..)

Thank goodness I had an ensuite in the hospital I spent many hours in that week just crying uncontrollably. For one - post-partum hormones. ANother thing - I had just had a baby, but i didn't have a baby. He was in the nicu. I like to mother my babies in the natural, earthy way of "attachment parenting''.. that's a way of saying I hold them close. For as long as they want to. We have them close to us in bed. I feed them when they want feeding. I carry them next to my body in a sling. I felt heart broken, and so many other things.


Not long before graduating from NICU.
Trying to get aour heads around 'the new normal' and smiling through the weirdness!!

The Mummy-ing trip is so different this time. And I used to cry coz of that. There was grief attached to that. I felt more often like a nurse than I did a mummy. And I HATED that.  But I love him. SO BADLY. He is my cute little funny guy with his fluffy mohawk and his brown AND blue eyes. ANd his little hands that try and put things in his mouth, but miss! 



He's doing things, in his own time. We have had lots of ups and downs.. and things are going well now, as we approach his first birthday.   I wish for him all the lioness mummy wishes I can think of. I anticipate the more interesting and colourful life adventure we will have with him by our side.




I try not to forecast into the future too much. (we learnt that very early on.) It's a freaky thing. But we will face challenges head on, and we will lap up the future fun we will have.I feel like he is love in its purest form. He is so undemanding and tolerant. He has a calmness that a lot of people notice. A peaceful wairua (spirit) that my other babies didn't have.




The outpouring of support has been mind-blowingly overwhelming. My family has been amazing. AMAZING. My midwife and friend -I couldn't have coped without her.  My friends - INCREDIBLE! People dropped meals off, groceries, baking, money, cards and gifts, did washing, took kids, minded STan in the hospital while I came home, minded kids at home while John came to the hospital... etc. John's employer has been so kind, and so has all the medical interactions we have had. WE have even been given a caregiver for Stan daily while I get the kids ready for school, and a cleaner twice a week! Amazing. A group of staff at the kids'school made us meals every Wednesday for the whole term. A group of friends and family got together and bought us a new washing machine. A washing machine!! I think of them every time I use it. i could never thank them enough.  We have been thankful, so thankful for all that. 
We got to experience the best side of people through this, and we still do. Amazing messages from so many different fabulous people, with advice and offering support and encouragement. They made such a difference.
There are support groups. Online support groups as well. Medical input regularly. Ongoing free healthcare. We are lucky for that here in NZ.
JOHN has been amazing. Incredible. He is a total rock. And he totally rocks.













This whole thing has made us reconsider what 'perfect 'actually means. Perfect? I don't think a baby with Down Syndrome is what people mean when they say ''Perfect". But it doesn't really matter. Stan has a major difference obviously, and life will therefore be different with him. But also there will be plenty of similarities. We can already see what an amazing little guy he is and what he adds to our family. He is the most adorable little dude. EASY to look after. Rarely cries. Lie him down and he goes to sleep without a fuss (a new experience for us!!) He wakes up in the morning chatting and raspberrying. Loves his siblings probably more than they love him. And that's A LOT!!!



When he had a naso-gastric tube (for 8 months) It was horrific on his skin. Had to change nostrils every day or two to give his skin and his nostrils a break.

I don't know what will happen. This is our story with Stan so far. We are learning all the time. We are loving him. We are doing our best. We are happy.




Now that he's turning one, we are going to have a huge party. We will invite everyone who has helped us, and even everyone who offered to help... and that's a LOT of people! Also, I feel like we didn't celebrate his birth properly. So we will celebrate.
 We will C E L E B R A T E this amazing, precious little man. We marvel at his fortitude and we thank our lucky stars he chose us!!