HOPE FOR HASTI

HOPE FOR HASTIHasti is 8 years old has a rare genetic condition called Cornelia de Lange syndrome (CdLS). It is estimated CdLS effects 1 in every 10,000 children born. It is not an inherited condition, it could impact any baby.  Currently there is no therapy.Hasti’s Dad, Chris, is a serving British soldier and is spearheading fundraising…

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Hope for Hasti

HOPE FOR HASTI
Hasti is 8 years old has a rare genetic condition called Cornelia de Lange syndrome (CdLS). It is estimated CdLS effects 1 in every 10,000 children born. It is not an inherited condition, it could impact any baby.  Currently there is no therapy.

Hasti’s Dad, Chris, is a serving British soldier and is spearheading fundraising to kick start research into gene therapy to help his daughter and every child who has CdLS now and for those who will.



A New Studio

Goodbye to my trusted she shed and helloooo 😍 to a new home for The Seaside Sew A blank canvas, so here we go…..

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Goodbye to my trusted she shed and helloooo 😍 to a new home for The Seaside Sew A blank canvas, so here we go…..

Hello!

HiThis is my first blog post on The British Craft House!  Thank you for reading 😊

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Hi

This is my first blog post on The British Craft House!  Thank you for reading 😊

Just a Card

Learn more about the Just a Card campaign and how you can get involved!

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Learn more about the Just a Card campaign and how you can get involved!

Winter is slowing creeping away as Spring gathers pace

Metal street planter Budapest

I have to confess the weather of  late has been confusing, from a cloud burst of snow one afternoon, clear blue skies followed less than 24 hours later, chasing its tail the howling gales and flash floods across the country, it’s cold enough to be winter, but the bright blue skies suggest a different story. 

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Metal street planter Budapest

I have to confess the weather of  late has been confusing, from a cloud burst of snow one afternoon, clear blue skies followed less than 24 hours later, chasing its tail the howling gales and flash floods across the country, it’s cold enough to be winter, but the bright blue skies suggest a different story. 

Mental health and me.

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It’s seems appropriate to write about this today. I have heard about three untimely and tragic deaths this week, and to be honest, I’ve felt really low about it all this weekend.You see, I have been there in the darkness, in the pit, feeling like I was drifting away from everyone. I suppose I’ve had…

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It’s seems appropriate to write about this today. I have heard about three untimely and tragic deaths this week, and to be honest, I’ve felt really low about it all this weekend.

You see, I have been there in the darkness, in the pit, feeling like I was drifting away from everyone. I suppose I’ve had anxiety my whole life, having witnessed a very traumatic event when I was just 7.

I was a very shy child and often felt unwanted. In 6th Form I developed anorexia. I would often sob in my bed on a Friday night, stressed at the thought of a very physical 8 hour shift at the supermarket the next morning. I was exhausted and felt out of control of everything. Everyone else was telling me what to do.

At uni, I would have panic attacks in lectures and seminars, sitting there, blind with fear, my stomach churning, my heart racing, and scared to leave in case I drew more attention to myself. I would control what I ate so as not to make any stomach noises. I swear I cannot even look at tomato soup these days. I was prescribed Citalopram by a uni GP, but I didn’t give it a chance and felt pressure to come off them. There’s still a big downer on uppers!

Despite my fears, I pushed myself and trained to be a secondary English teacher which I hated, since a PGCE is one of the most stressful years of scrutiny and testing. I loved teaching, but we all know a teacher’s role is more than that-we have to deal with the so called ‘professional’ adults too.

I taught for almost 10 years, I got married and I pushed through, until I fell pregnant. I couldn’t do it anymore and so I left through the support of my husband. I had a fantastic pregnancy, but a traumatic birth. And then there was PND. Darkness fell upon me like never before. I thought I was literally losing my mind. I would cry like I was trying to exorcise myself of the pain, but it just hurt more. I was exhausted but unable to sleep, and I thought one night during the torments of a racing heart, ‘Maybe if I just go out and lie in front of the cars, someone will see how bad I feel.’ I thought I would lose my husband, my home, my child…

I did eventually see a female GP who didn’t send me away saying ‘there’s nothing else I can do for you’. She saved my life, soothing me over the phone any time I needed to talk. I was put onto sleeping pills for a short time, and I gave citalopram another go, after weeks of refusing meds due to a fear of side-effects. 

I’m ok now. I have my church, my husband, my daughter, my mum and my greyhound. I have my creative business and I tutor children, many of whom have also had mental health issues, and I know where they’re coming from. 

It’s often hard for family members to support a loved one during the dark times, because we are messy, ungrateful, we lash out, we have no desire to do anything, we weep constantly; but someone out there can help, like the GP who treated me gently and with compassion. Don’t give up.

The Obsession of Pebble Art

 I love the texture, the feel, the possibilities I see when I look at a collection of pebbles, sea glass or shells in my hand.

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 I love the texture, the feel, the possibilities I see when I look at a collection of pebbles, sea glass or shells in my hand.


Support Small Businesses – without spending a penny!

support small businesses

A short guide on how you can support small businesses owners, independent makers and artisans – without spending a penny of your hard earned cash!

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support small businesses

A short guide on how you can support small businesses owners, independent makers and artisans – without spending a penny of your hard earned cash!