Sunday, September 29, 2024

Traders’ Weekend

 Yesterday, my boyfriend Kevin took me and my daughter Evita to a flea market called Trader’s Village. Kevin said he went there often in the 80’s and 90’s, and there was an old man who sold vinyl records. Kevin has a large collection of vinyl that he mostly bought from this guy, and didn’t want them anymore except for seven of them. So we browsed Saturday, got a few things each, and met with one vendor who said yes, that old man is still here!  He then gave us directions to his booth. Kevin was almost certain this man would be dead by this point, as he seemed to be very elderly 30 years ago. He told him he would buy his records, and Kevin told him he’d be back tomorrow. So this morning, I went on my own to do three side jobs on one of the apps I do side jobs for. They were offering a $10 bonus for every 3 completed this weekend. While I was there, Kevin called and said the old man gave him $250!

Then we came home and I worked a little bit on a Crazy Quilt. These are what quilters use their scraps on. Crazy quilting is just all the scraps thrown together. I just sewed pieces together in twos and pressed them. Here are some pictures: 



Friday, September 27, 2024

Intro- My Story

 Hi I'm Danielle, and I sometimes went by Akasha online.  I'm a middle aged woman living in Waller, Tx with my partner Kevin in a guesthouse on his parents' property.  We have two cats, and I have a 17 year old daughter who will be graduating high school in the class of 2025.  We both work for an inventory service which takes us all over Texas and Louisiana.  I also do side jobs on apps that pay you for small jobs in stores.  I had about a 20 year career working with children in a few different capacities.  I started when I was 16 and stopped when I was 36.  Suffering from panic attacks when I was about 36 led me to need something a little more quiet and simple, so I started caregiving for elderly and disabled people in their homes.  One of the companies I worked for used me as a "sub", so I was working with a lot of different people every few days whenever their regular caregivers needed days off.  I have also been a regular caregiver, but all of my previous main clients have passed away.  After about ten years of battling panic attacks, I feel like I'm ready to start working with kids again.  But the inventory service pays pretty good, unlike any caregiving profession ever.  So I'm easing back into it by writing a book about my experiences.  I'm titling the book The Child Advocate.  It's currently sitting at a word count of 21,713.  That's a very rough draft.  I hope to participate in NaNoWriMo in November, but the daily commitment is hard on me with the kind of heavy content I'm writing.  My therapist told me that I suffer from secondary trauma as a result of caregiving jobs for both kids and adults.  As a result, I have to take the writing slowly.  Other times, a writing session is extremely therapeutic, cathartic, and helps me discover things about myself I've never realized before.  

I'm also passionate about sewing and crafts, especially up cycling.  I am working on making denim chenille quilts for an Etsy shop, and I love to make upcycled jewelry.  A thrift store near my partner's old home has 25 cent Wednesdays from 7:30-11:30 am, and I go if there are no inventory jobs. I stock up on items I can cut up for upcycled crafts.  

I'm also really passionate about self-directed education and thinking outside the box.  Self-directed learning has led me to where I am today.  It's a really long story.  I'm a firm believer that if people just pursue their passions and interests all the time, then many prosperous doors will open up as a result of those pursuits.  It doesn't matter what the interests are.  I will blog more later about how I pursued my own passions and interests, and how those led to doors opening for me.  Thanks so much for reading, and I can't wait to form new connections.  

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