Hand Picking

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Hello there!

So, if any of y’all follow me on Twitter¬†you may have heard about a little incident that may have caused some frustration this past Saturday night. I thankfully was able to save it for the most part, but I will be having to reinforce most of the seams and maybe add an extra length of fabric along the inside of the zipper bed so I can redo the stitching on the Hummingbird Dress.

Anywho, this prompted me to kick into gear and bang out another dress out of some red tag fabric I had picked up from Jo Anns a while back! This pretty neat print with some lotus blossoms and the like.

Koto Grid

¬† ¬† ¬†As this was an on-the-fly-I-can’t-even-find-the-pattern-instructions-anymore dress, I decided the say screw it and wing quite a bit of it. This presented itself mostly in way of inserting the zipper.

Now, I have a supreme and utter crippling fear of inserting zippers. I’m as jumpy as a grasshopper in May. Stories of needles breaking, needles breaking people, and bobbin cases cracking have all played a part. So when I came upon Tasia’s tutorial on how to Hand-pick a zipper into a dress a few weeks ago, I thought this was the perfect opportunity.

It is actually very simple as long as you know how to perform a back stitch! I also learned this technique from my favorite Designer and DIY…er from YouTube, SecretLifeOfABionerd thanks to her many sewing¬†tutorials.

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¬† ¬† ¬†All it took for me to figure it out was to think as I naturally do, which is backwards. I am constantly translating things to being read or perceived in the manner they should rather than backwards or jumbled. To complete a back stitch just take your (hand sewing) needle and bring through from the underside of the fabric about a 1/4″ from where you actually would normally start. Then, take your needle and make a stitch back at the point where you would normally start your sewing. Thus a backwards stitch. Supposedly this is a much more sturdy stitch and if you were hand sewing a garment from start to finish, this is the stitch you should use.

And a prick stitch is just a back stitch that is teensy weensy on the actual back stitch part.

….¬†By no means is this a tutorial! I would be much more clear minded and provided pictures of the process.

So, please forgive my rambling and crappy explanations. ūüėÄ

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        There was so much more control and ease in inserting this zipper that I actually found it quite calming and relaxing. I am looking forward to the next zipper I have to install! It was very easy for me to adjust the tape really just take my time with it. When I am using a machine, I am so terrified I just want it done with! So, I zip whoop pun! through it and I am not too happy with the results.

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¬† ¬† ¬†As you can see there is quite a bit of tangled thread, uneven application and the top of the tape was not done is such good taste. I found even using the universal invisible zipper foot I found, it just wasn’t easy! It may have also been because of my feed dogs. They started to actually feed the fabric… sideways. I kid you not. Kinda like testing the alignment of your car.

¬† ¬† ¬†“Look, Ma! No hands!” And if you your car is like any of the ones I have had in my possession, they will almost always slide to the right or left. Beauty of living down country dirt roads. Lotsa, lotsa sugar sand.

     And that is exactly what my machine did. I always thought perhaps it was just the table I was using since it is slightly wobbly and unstable. I would always have to have a firm hand and feel like I was feeding a line through a reel.

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¬† ¬† ¬†Even down towards the end here you can see that it was indeed rough. But with the hand-picked zipper, this prick stitch is barely visible and still adds this cute little dotted detail. …I also have a weird eye for things.

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¬† ¬† ¬†I don’t know exactly how I am going to fix this raveling issue for the poor Hummingbird Dress, but hopefully I will. Cause I love this dress. Lots. We have this special bond, ya know?

     How would you guys fix something like this? Have you ever tried a prick stitch or hand-picked zipper?

¬† ¬† ¬†….I really shouldn’t be asking this for my own sake but I want to know! Do you have any zipper horror stories?

          Til next time!

Workin’ On The Blog

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Good morning, folks!

So as I am taking an even more vested interest in my blog and playing around with the options, I have started to find that I want to make some changes. I have also noticed that WordPress doesn’t seem to tally up views or visitors correctly at all? Sometimes it will say that I have had views, but zero visitors. Or it will say so and so visitors tallied up on the graph, but up to five less on the listings below the graph?

Does anyone else experience this problem?

Along side this, I want more control with my theme and layout. I have decided I want these things:

  • Easy and understood access to the side bar and header
  • A better understanding of the difference between ‘posts’ and pages’
  • A design that is more personal to me.
  • Better organization of posts, now and future.
  • I want to give myself deadlines and goals to attain in reference to my content.

 

I need more structure. So… please be patient while I fiddle around and teach myself how to use the WordPress platform. ūüôā

My Loves

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I recently took a peek at this thing called “bloglovin”. So many bloggers, both big and small have started sharing links to this organization but I never thought to see what it was about. Just about all the blogs I love are self-/hosted on WordPress! But as my wardrobe of favorite blogs grew, they reached all corners of the internet and it was hard for me to keep up! So I searched and found all my favorites, and right now, I am loving it! I am providing a link if you would like to explore Blog Lovin’ or simply add my blog to your roll call!

Follow my blog with Bloglovin

¬† ¬† Currently there is quite a list of projects in my queue and posts drafts abound. ūüėÄ haha. I’ll be talking to you more soon!

The Hummingbird Dress Is Here!

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*When I feel like I have failed, have no control or don’t like the upcoming out come, I abandon it.

*New Look 1080 View C

*Skipped interfacing since we didn’t have any and Mom said the cotton was sturdy enough for it. Big mistake. Stupid girl (I mean me)! The facing could have really used some interfacing. ūüėõ

*Totally Jury Rigged the hem and… it turned out better than expected! (meme moment)

*I need to put some darts in the bodice front some how or just make a note for next time. I don’t like how it seems to poof out strangely under the bust.

*Should I post it like this or just use this as an outline? I feel like I’m trying to force this if I try to post as I normally do.

My blog! Why am I worrying about this?! Gah.

Lara, you crazy.

Pictures!

I love my phone, and I love it very much. But it is very difficult to take photos of myself on it. It is hard to take photos of myself in general. So attempting to take photos of my dress was extra aggravating. I did get plenty of likes on Facebook however! Well, eleven but that is an astounding number for anything I do. In general, Facebook or otherwise. So I felt special for a moment.

¬† ¬† “Mama, am I pretty?”

¬† ¬† “What does Facebook say?”

    Not an actual conversation. Just my mind.

Anyways, onto pictures!

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Maxi, one of our wolves had come over wondering what the heck I was doing in a skirt. She was quite fascinated smelling the hemline. No, I do not know what that means and I don’t think I want to linger on what it may mean. Haha.

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This was one of the two pictures that I had posted to Facebook and eventually became my profile picture. I hadn’t changed that thing since… last August, I believe? Haha.

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I was trying to show how swingy/swirly/skirty the skirt was, and just failed, miserably. It was hard okay! I was trying to get the bodice in the shot, otherwise mostly my knobby knees were the star of the show and that would simply be a bad show.

In an attempt to cover up the evidence of my mother’s disease, I quickly jury rigged a back drop. It doesn’t look to fantastic but hey! I tried! It actually turned into a bit of a work out. ūüėõ

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My noodle arm shows exactly one of the reasons why it was extra awkward. Anyways, this was the picture that showed the little pleats in the neckline the best. I was so darn proud of those little things.

We cut out a size 12, which was actually a lot harder for me to come to terms with than I would have thought. I thought I had beat the anorexia and all the demons with it. I weigh only 125 pounds. I have worked hard to accept that that is okay and actually quite awesome, but apparently I haven’t as well as I thought I had.

¬† ¬†Bust – 33 1/2″

‘Band’ – 29″

Natural Waist – 26″

Hips – 39″

¬† ¬†That’s good. That’s good, right? I wound up taking it in, in the side seams a solid inch and a half using a dart because the waist was about perfect. It’s good. I’m good. 125 lbs is good.

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This picture shows the actually coloring of the fabric the best. I was and am truly in love the fabric. It sing spring, and happiness and bright thoughts to me. Just what I needed. I love to choose to wear brighter colors, and designs. In high school and every year before that you would only find me in dark clothes and black. (No I was not goth or emo or what have you.)

Brighter color and designs helps me feeling brighter, and happier. It promotes positive thoughts for me. Dark outfits tend to darken my mood, as odd as it sounds. It brings me back to my dark years where I didn’t have control over my depression and anxiety.

…I don’t have control still, but I am not swallowed by it as I was in the past.

 

Anyways, I hope you like the dress, and the photos! I am really still trying to find “my style” and “my fashion”. So please, if you have any pattern or fabric suggestions, I would love the help!

Have a magical amazing day, and hold your loved ones close.

 

Take A Walk On the Wild Side! Chapter Two

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So about two days after our adventure in North Central Florida wild, I had managed to transfer and post my pictures to my personal Facebook page where they were actually quite popular!

A friend there commented suggesting we should go to the beach right then! “Within the next fifteen minutes if possible.”

… O.o Okay? Sure! Why not.

“Oh, crap, I have to kids I’m responsible for. You should have responded earlier.”

“Cause an hour ago you would have magically not have had two teenage children, but you do now. Yes, yes, I see your logic.”

…I’m not always very nice once you have tried my patience.

My mother was sitting next to me as this conversation occurred and suggested, “Well, why don’t we go to the beach?”

It was already about four in the afternoon, so it was odd for her to suggest we do something that would ultimately have us out late. Since it was so rare, I didn’t want to miss the opportunity.

We packed up cheese and crackers and headed out!

Our destination?¬†The¬†West Coast Beaches of Florida. How did we get there? Go up North 42. Okay, now keep going. And just keep going. You hit¬†Pedro,¬†Florida, and make a right when the Brother’s tell you to.

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But be careful, someone might get creeped out that you were trying to take a ¬†picture of the Blue’s Brothers.

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I did feel bad when I looked at the photos and noticed that detail.

The West Coast is kinda like the not so popular sibling. Not with my mother, however.

¬† ¬† “Are we at my beach yet?” “Nope…. still in Lake County, Mom.” “Well… Drive faster!”

Yes, my mother has her own “beach”. A sorta love affair on the side from her love for the woods. Don’t judge her! We hopped in the car and drove the hour and a half drive to the west coast via Follow That Dream Hwy. That is a really highway, too. The particular part of the coast we were aiming for was a sleepy little town called Yankeetown. On our way we would stop at some of the reserves and parks on the way. ūüôā
We were able to arrive shortly before sundown and get just amazing photos. The sunset, some shrimping boats and the more marsh like beach line that the west coast has rather than the cliche idea of a beach the east coast brings to mind.

West coast lie down

Sandy Beaches

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If you look closely on the left side right behind the little island out there is a shrimping boat. Those are fun. Haha. My mother has many many dreams and one of these dreams is to own land right along side this beach and to have a shrimping boat.

She really liked the name of the boat "Neptune's Pride".

She really liked the name of the boat “Neptune’s Pride”.

After that we left, but of course on the way home we had to stop at the different parks and reserves dotted along the ride home!

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Cypress Knees

Cypress Knees

Some fancy cypress knees all decked out in daisies. :3

Some fancy cypress knees all decked out in daisies. :3

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These boots have been waiting to make their way back to Disney for too long...

These boots have been waiting to make their way back to Disney for too long…

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This flower was actually smaller than a dime. ... I love my phone.

This flower was actually smaller than a dime. … I love my phone.

The next day, I’m woken by a phone call from my mom. “Lara, I’m going to Save-A-Lot and when I get home we are going walking. Wake up and take a shower.”

Hm… Okay? haha. I didn’t know if my butt could handle any more sitting in the driver’s seat. No worries, turns out we were going to the Lake Norris Conservation Area, just a short fifteen minute drive away.

See, that is the funny part about where I live exactly is if I need to go Wal*Mart, or the mall, or even just your generic grocery store is a solid twenty minutes drive to even an hour in the seat. But if we need to go to the “middle of nowhere”, haha. Just walk down the driveway. Bam. No annoying kids –¬†are we there yet? Are we there yet? What about now? Are we there yet?¬†

Ladies and gents, I now give you Lake Norris!

Does this not look a meeting of forest kings?

Does this not look a meeting of forest kings?

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Since my grandfather has fallen ill, and my dog’s tumor burst, we haven’t had the opportunity to go out like we did last month. We had one more outing to Hooton Island, and we went for a walk around Lake Jessop near my sister’s property on Easter. The next chapter will include the photos from these outings.

So! Tell me what you think! I hope you enjoyed the pictures and if you have any tips or comments please let me know. Whether they are about the photos themselves, how I write these particular posts or perhaps suggestions for places to go! Please comment away.

I have a Twitter that I update pretty frequently now and am finally starting to get the hang of it! Come follow me @LaraInStitches, and start a conversation!

Lastly, I would like to thank all the kind people who have sympathized and reached out to me following my posting of Pretty Princess.

William at Living with ADHD and Trice at Sew Tell have been so kind to me, please go show their awesome blogs some love!

Now, I am off to take pictures of my finished Hummingbird Dress!

A Pretty Princess

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I’m not really all with it at the moment.

And I apologize for that.

You see, I am currently surrounded by Death. He seems to have a grip on many things, and people in my life at the moment.

I have had Princess, a beagle/mutt since I was about 8. She has always been so sweet and nice. Within the last four years or so, she got pretty sick. She developed Lymphomic tumors that did the tango with her arteries, so apparently they were not able to surgically remove them.

On Thursday afternoon I noticed there was a substantial amount of fresh blood on one of her bath mats she lies on. And then I found the blood on her. The larger tumor that had been steadily growing until it was actually larger than a softball, had burst on one side.

At this point in time, my mom brought up that it was time to start considering putting her down. I hate that. I hate that thought, I hate the idea. I understand it is probably what’s best. But I still can’t help but feel like I am killing her. Literally. What if she survived this? What if she made it through like she has done with everything life has tried to through her. She has been so strong, so tough, so resilient.

I think she has given all she has got, and has nothing left in her to fight. And I can see it in her eyes. Her eyes were a rich, rich deep butter brown. Now, they are clouded over and all I see is fog growing in her eyes. Over the last two days, as we have tried to help ease her, and lessen her pain as we have said our goodbyes, I have watched the life drain out of my puppy.

Once she is gone, there will be four dogs buried in the back yard. They have all lived long, happy lives, and all that remains is… I just can’t even think about that right now.

Matrix, passed away about two years ago. She was a puppy that came to us about 10 years ago. We found out she was a Florida Wolf mixed with a coyote. And she was so beautiful. She ran like lightening and loved every moment to run and play chase (to her, to us it was, “oh, shit! Get her before a car does!”), but she like everyone and everything in this world, and Just like Princess, grew old.

We have raised many wolves in this family, Matrix was the mother to some, and grandmother to most. Strange thing with wolves, they get sick, really easy. And often that sickness manifests via cancer, or something that makes them not want to eat. They eventually stop eating and reject all food. If you attempt force feeding, you know. put it in their mouths, hold the jaw and blow on their nose? They vomit it within five minutes.

I have watched many dogs grow old and die before me. Withering away to bones until there was nothing left. Each time, does not in any way make the next easier. They all hurt. I cry for days.

Worst part is, Thursday afternoon we also received a phone call. My grandfather was falling down and passing out. It had happened twice, but he didn’t want to go to the emergency room. He doesn’t like the emergency room. He, like most everyone, preferred his personal physician. She got him, he said.

Well, she didn’t get this.

He asked my mom not to tell Jan, my aunt. We all knew why. When Jan sets out to get something done, it happens. She makes a call, they do what she wants. It is like a magic power. She put the fear of Southern women into Mike. It was funny as hell, actually. They have never even met, and she is a sweet, sweet women, and it wasn’t even directed at him – but he is terrified.

Anyhow. Grandpa is smart. Very smart. A literal rocket scientist. He has worked with NASA since he was in his twenty somethings. He invented, developed and built the first camera to go into space.

My mom loves her daddy. Grandma… a different matter. A very manipulative, selfish woman.

Whenever Grandpa called, “Daddy! How have you been?” My mother lights up.

Grandma, lights off.

So, hearing about him fall – he knew we all wanted him to go to the hospital. That is why he didn’t want us to tell Jan specifically, anyone else – sure! Jan? No.

Guess what? We called Jan.

Periodically we received updates from Grandpa, until I got a call from Jan that he had given in and called 911 to have an ambulance sent to the house.

We told Grandma to take Molly and go into the bedroom, lock the door and don’t come out.

Molly is one of the puppies from a litter I raised. She so looks the wolf and malamute that is in her. Beautiful. Big, too. But isolated. And an isolated wolf, can be a dangerous one if they feel threaten or their charges feel threatened in any way shape or form. So best to keep her away from the EMTs that would be running in with a stretcher to take Grandpa away.

They live in Titusville, right by the Cape where they have lived since the had my mom and her siblings.

Titusville is an hour and a half away from Eustis (where I live) if you’re just barely pushing the speed limit.

I ran out to the living room, Mom had gotten in her night gown already and was making her bed – “Mom. Put on some clothes. We gotta go.”

We got stuff together and I got things just in case I would be spending the night in the ER with Grandpa. We got the call around 22:30.

I was terrified of leaving Princess alone. What if she bled out while we were gone? What if the dogs kicked her out and wouldn’t let her back in as wolves do when they know one of their own is sick and dying. Pack instinct. She has always been the omega.

I rubbed her ears one last time, just in case, we locked up the house best we could and left. The girls have been left alone probably only a maximum of three times in their entire lives, so I was definitely worried.

We also live in a not so safe neighborhood. Out in the woods. Preferential real estate for not so honest folks.

I was scared that this would be the one night someone tries breaking in. A car is always in the driveway or dad’s car in the yard. They would notice that everyone was gone.

But I couldn’t let that distract me. I had to drive and take care of my mom and Grandpa.

So, I do. It is a long, straight forward drive. Take 46A out to Sanford and make your way to East 46 and just follow it all the way to the coast, and US 1.

We got to the ER and it was surprisingly… empty. Literally except for the admissions nurse. No one was in the waiting room. The only hospital for about thirty miles all around was empty. …Okay?

The actual ER was empty enough the nurse was able to open the door and take us straight to the only bed out of two that was filled. The other was a woman in a self admitted exam bed. Grandpa was still in the EMS transport Stryker.

I have only seen my Grandfather three times in the last ten years. I know it sounds like a number picked out of a hat, but that is just the way it is.

I saw him when Grandma was taken via EMS to the hospital, actually she was in the room just across the hall from him. I was to baby sit Molly.

About six years before that, I saw him at my older brother’s memorial service. That was the first time I had since him in four years.

And I saw him when he surprised me with this very lap top.

When I said, I was going to have nothing to do with my grandmother, I was dead serious. I had enough bullies in my life and family, I didn’t need one with power like her.

But if Grandpa needed me, the entire family knew I would come running. And I did.

We stayed in the room with him for the next five or six hours. Leaving to pick up his truck cause he was darned sure he would be leaving any minute.

At first, they thought it was the start of a stroke. Nope. Maybe the start of a heart attack?

… closer.

They called up his doctor, and she asked for a CT of his chest, not his head this time.

Bingo.

A very large blood clot in each lung.

The doctor on staff said blood thinner¬†intravenously and he should be out within a day or so. The PR said no way to us later on. His numbers were out the roof, highest he had ever seen. He worked in a lab for 18 years, and now made a big cushion of money as the patient registrar. “Through the weekend,¬†at the least.”

He was right on that. Through the end of next week. Shackled to an oxygen tank for the rest of his life, the damage resulting was so serious.

He is a very large man. Not fat, mind. Tall, and strong. He always towered over everyone, even my Dad who is 6’3″. And now, he is weak, and can’t move without getting dizzy cause his body isn’t processing the oxygen he needs.

We are trying to make it as easy on him as we can.

My grandmother of course, “who is going to take care of me? Your grandfather has a nurse, why don’t I?”

Because you’re a whiny bitch who brought this on yourself. Drugging yourself to the point you pass out on the toiled and fall. Yeah. Sorry. Moving on. There is a lot of anger between us. She did not treat my mother right.

Angel, was a puppy of Matrix’s. She had three litters of her own. She is almost 9-10 years old now. And we think she has cancer. Her skin has turned black and she scratches and cries, and these quiet weak little cries as she begins to reject food.

My father… isn’t quitting smoking. He might be cutting back, (I can only pray) but not quitting. We don’t think he is using his inhaler either that the doctor gave him. Or the e-cigarette.

Next month will be the six year anniversary of my brother Robbie’s death.

My mother, as good as she has been doing lately, is slowly regressing into either Dementia or Alzheimers.

Everyone asks me why haven’t I moved out at 21 yet? Because my mother needs me. She can’t do all the things she could do, not even two, three years ago.

It doesn’t look like any of my brothers are stepping up to the plate, or any of the thirty children she saved and raised away from their abusive and/or drug addicted families.

I don’t get it. (They have lives of their own now?)

I had a life of my own. I have my own sicknesses and degrading health and body to worry about.

But she is my mother. And she gave all she had as much as could, stretched as it was to make sure I reached this age alive.

I have a lot of issues – mental and physical.

I have been bullied to the point of contemplating suicide many times a week.

I have been raped, then made to work with the coworker who did it for two weeks, before his program ended and he flew back to Mexico.

When I refused to excuse him any longer, I found out no worries. He had already told everyone.

But I was the slut who asked for it, and would give it out to anyone.

I had just broken up with my first boyfriend of a year and a half four days prior to my rape. He recruited a friend who was desperate to be popular and accepted. Thing was, I thought he was my friend. And that he liked me. He sure liked to tell everyone how crazy I was and the lovely things I “did” for that Mexican bastard.

No disrespect to the beautiful country, those that live there, or those that have ancestry there – nothing personal- but I will never if I have anything to do with it, step foot in Mexico. I just can’t even stand the thought of it.

The bastard came from a family of a lot of money, and a lot of power.

No.

My boyfriend and even if he wasn’t my boyfriend – my best friend, is a fire fighter. Every day I live with fear and respect that he might not be there to answer the phone when I call. He might not call me to say goodnight and ask me how my day was or tease me about how popcorn whipped my butt and cracked my tooth.

Needless to say, I think even with all the pain and fight to be positive, I think I am strong.

I know I am strong.

I may be surrounded by death at the moment, but I will survive this, and I will do right by those that need me.

TL;DR

I can’t be positive I will be posting the second part to adventure in the wild tomorrow.

It depends if I have to be the one to drive Princess to the vet tomorrow to be put down, then go see Grandpa in the hospital.

I wanted to become a doctor so I can take care of those that need me. I can do it, I just need the know how and tools.

I will do my best. But I can’t make any promises. If I can remember to, or maybe I will use Twitter to help ease the pain, I will update what I can on Twitter.

I am sure not many if any of you care, but for the few, or one that does (even imaginary) I guess, it will make me feel better to pretend someone is reading and cares. And feels my pain.

See you tomorrow.

 

And I apologize for any typographical errors.

Take A Walk On the Wild Side! Chapter One

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   Rodnam Dam

It can be fun to take a walk on the wild side!

In a recent post I mentioned my mother dragging out to door and into the wild for some good old fashioned Hippie Therapy. You know, running through the flowers and spinning in the breeze?

For our first trip out we went all the way out to the Rodman Dam on the Ocklawaha River and the areas and parks surrounding, and it was gorgeous.

Experimenting with Panorama camera on my S3 was a lot of fun!

Experimenting with Panorama camera on my S3 was a lot of fun!

Mom told me the reason she wanted me to go out there was for when Mike (we patched things up!!) came down again and maybe we could camp out rather than lock away at a Disney Resort. I was in such a daze at the time from shutting down from everything, I took as the full face truth. So, I walked around taking pictures of everything, trying to ignore the looks I was getting spectators atop the dam (I keep adding that extra ‘n’ out of habit. Bad habit! Fix that, Lara!!), and those fishing from the cypress shores. It was very beautiful and that certainly helped me feel quite easier about it all.

I noticed a couple quirky things. A bit out from the base of the dam was a line of¬†buoys¬†obviously meaning, “you shall not pass!” with birds perched from one end all the way to the other side when we arrived. I tried getting a clear pictures, but this will have to do.

Gave a feeling in the back of my neck in line with an Alfred Hitchcock film...

Gave a feeling in the back of my neck in line with an Alfred Hitchcock film…

There was a lot of driving done that day. Rodman Dam is roughly about an 1.75 – 2 hours depending on your speeding morals. ūüėČ

When I was in high school, my mom would say all the time, “Girrrlll, you need to learn to drive! I want to be able to look around for once!” Haha. Fun fact, she was terrified of teaching any of us kids to drive, so we had to take the car and teach ourselves on our dirt roads out here in the country. And once I did get it down, it benefited us both! My mind takes in and requires so many things for once, otherwise I get bored and don’t pay attention at all, haha. So, I actually take in more while driving than if I was in the passenger seat, so Mom was more than happy to hop into that spot and get her look around.

Anyways, moving on!

After Rodman dam we went down to where the old wooden bridge used to be underneath the current bridge, before it burned down. Gorgeous vibrant greens and blues, rich brown and blue shadows falling and accenting the luscious Florida waking to Spring.

I love the reflection of the wide green leaves on the water.

I love the reflection of the wide green leaves on the water.

The air was so clear, and even with all my lung issues as of late, I could actually feel like when I took a breath it was nice and full. Not these simpering little half breaths that are followed by sighs that do no where near the job of oxygen intake I need! The flowers were blooming every where and I discovered when playing with all the fantastic settings and options on the camera of the S3, I noticed I could changed my zoom settings to something besides “Auto focus”. There you are, Macro!! I was looking for you everywhere! Once I changed that the pictures were so much better with much richer saturation and hues.

I mean, look at these!

I'm not the biggest fan of flowers, but I love daisies in almost every variation.

I’m not the biggest fan of flowers, but I love daisies in almost every variation.

Little raccoon paws on the edge of the water. So cute!

Cypress Knee

    Down one path by the boat launch where you could launch a small boat onto this section of the Ocklawaha, were these build ups of cypress and cypress knees. Gorgeous and some were very interesting shapes and characters like this one! If you look around in this next pan, you should be able to see all the wacky shapes and my tiny mom in the corner. Haha.

Oklawaha pan

That Ol' Bridge

¬† ¬† Now, I could be very wrong, or very right on this one but if I remember what mom said correctly, the Ocklawaha Bridge burnt down during the only Civil War battle to happen in Marion County, Florida. There are remnants as pictured here as well as the burnt down remains of the Bridge Keeper’s cabin just off the bend. Which sadly, I could not reach for pictures.

   And so that ended our day out on the Rodnam Dam region of the Ocklawaha River and we  followed this gorgeous road back out to SR 19.

Down the winding road

¬† ¬† For our next adventure my mother and I trek it all the way out to the West Coast Beaches of Florida, formally Yankeetown along the Follow That Dream Highway (yes, that is its real name), and the Lake Norris Conservation Area! The second was much closer to us, and my numb bum was very thankful for that! Tune in for chapter two for more hiking, more “Mom, we’re lost again!”, and more pictures like these!

Milk ThistleSandy BeachesMeeting of the Kings

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