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Sunday, December 1

Many Thanks

It may be December, but in the spirit of Thanksgiving (which was only a couple of days ago), I have much to give thanks for this year, namely:

1) I can eat, drink, and live normally without fear of keeling over, vomiting for days on end, or ultimately ending up in the emergency room, having emergency surgeries.
2) I've gone months without surgery, and will go years - possibly even decades - before having another (if I have to have one again)!
3) I've sold enough in my Etsy shop to finance most of my Christmas shopping for this year.  Whew!  Sweet relief.
4) My family and friends are all in good health, and are in healthy relationships.
5) I've had incredible support from friends and strangers alike over the past year.  I mean, they helped raise $5000 to help finance my trip to Germany for my final two surgeries over the summer!  That's kind of the best thing ever.  If I think about it for too long, I get weepy with gratitude.
6) My lupus is mercifully under control, and the Plaquenil (anti-malarial immuno-suppressive medicine that I take twice daily) is a godsend. 
7) My friends Ericka and Gillis were blessed with a beautiful, healthy boy who makes the world a better place (technically this happened in 2012, but I didn't get to meet him until their visit in 2013).  And I get to see them all again this December!
8) I've made several new friends, and have a fabulous support system.
9) I'm well enough to start applying for jobs, and (finger crossed), I'll be gainfully employed with a full-time job again in 2014.
10) It's 11:11 as I finish typing this, and if you know me at all, you know that this means you should make a wish for 2014, as it will indubitably come true.


This is the smile of a healthy, happy Leslie (who is holding one of her two awesome babies):


Friday, June 14

Hope for My Health!

This has been a tough year.  I have had 7 surgeries.  I had a hysterectomy.  I was diagnosed with Lupus, Fibromyalgia, Sjogren's Syndrome, Raynaud's Phenomenon, Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, Costochondritis, and a few other awful conditions.

Worst of all, though, I never thought that I'd be basically bed-ridden at 27, but that is sadly my reality at this point.  I'm completely unable to work, and some days, simple tasks such as taking a shower are quite difficult to physically manage.

The reason for my stark disability lies in the destruction and pain due to fibrous tissue bands living in my stomach, known as adhesions.  I've had multiple painful medical conditions, but this one takes the cake.  It makes appendicitis and gallstones look like a trip to the beach (I speak from personal experience with these, too).  Like I mentioned above, I've had several surgeries (7 this year, 14 total pelvic, and 18 total, since 2009).  I've had to live in the hospital, and my quality of life is, well, quite poor.

Aside from the physical pain, this condition is physically dangerous to my health.  At any given time, I could easily develop a full-blown intestinal obstruction (I have had a partial obstruction, but luckily have not had to have my intestines cut yet).  I've had so many surgeries to attempt to correct/prevent these adhesions from returning, but no matter what the doctors here in the US do, the adhesions grow back in less than a week.

Before I had a hysterectomy and they were simply on my ovaries, uterus, etc, this was painful, and dangerous to my fertility.  But at this point, my right intestines are glued to the right side of my stomach wall in a "tenting" fashion (according to all of my surgical reports).

After much research and through word of mouth, I found a doctor in Germany who actually specializes in adhesions specifically.  He has invented and developed special tools for this surgery, as well as pioneering a new surgical technique so that he can perform pelvic laparsocopies without the CO2 gas.  This means that less cells die, there is more precision, less adhesions are likely to reform.  This doctor (Dr. Kruschinski) uses a special adhesion barrier to coat the areas where he excised the adhesions.  Yes, the same is done in the US, but since we use gas in surgery, the adhesion barrier simply blows around and doesn't do its job.

After the initial surgery, Dr. K will look around a second time during a second surgery a few days later to make sure no adhesions are reforming and that everything looks good.  He has an 85% success rate - 85%!!!!  This is enormous.  He specializes in cases like mine, and countless people in my position have seen him, had surgery, and continue to be pain and adhesion-free ten years later.

This is nothing short of a miracle, but unfortunately, is terribly expensive.  Between stacks of medical bills from my 18 surgeries since 2009, countless autoimmune diseases I'll always have which require specialist doctor's appointments and continuous medicine, and not being able to work due to my terrible health condition, I am, essentially, broke.

I need this surgery more than I've ever needed anything else, and I must make it happen.  I've set up a "Go Fund Me" account so that friends and strangers can make donations to help me fund my surgeries abroad.  I know not everyone has the money to spare, but any amount is beyond appreciated, and every penny counts.  Seriously.

I'm so thankful for all of the support (emotional, physical, monetary) that I've received thus far, and I'm hoping that through this fund, I can make it to Germany to have the two surgeries I so desperately need.

Please click here to read more and donate if you can!  Thank you!

Wednesday, May 22

Memorial Day Sale!

Memorial Day, without fail, consists of three things:

1. Lots of shared patriotic with cheesy captions on Facebook

2. A lot of mattress ads on TV, which usually ties in with:

3. A bajillion sales


While I can't offer you a queen for the price of a king from Sleep Experts in the same whiny, irksome voice as their spokesladay, I most definitely can give you a coupon code for my Etsy Memorial Sale.

Now through next Wednesday, simply enter "MEMORIAL" in the coupon code box during check-out, and 20% will be automatically deducted from your entire purchase!  Fantastic deal, no?

I've also been busy adding tons of new goodies to my shop, and would be so flattered if you'd give them a gander!

Visit my shop here.




And in all seriousness, give thanks on Memorial Day, and for goodness sake, don't skimp on the potato salad.







Wednesday, May 8

sleeping IS giving in

... no matter what the time is.

I've been such a fair-weather blogger!  So much for updating on a weekly basis, right?

Although I've been super sick lately (is anyone actually surprised that my adhesions are at it again?), I've been working a ton on jewelry.  I've been tirelessly pumping out pieces for the past three weeks (I'd say about 40 new things).  Not everything has made it to Etsy yet, but soon.  Wow, that sounds like I live in a sweatshop, but really, I've just been on one of those creative binges.  Like right now, it's nearly 1 AM, and I'm fighting the urge to create this fabulous wire-wrapped ring I found via online tutorial.

So, I'm gonna dish on my favorite Sunday night show for a sec: I am unabashedly excited for the OUAT season finale last week.  Even though I don't think this season's episodes were quite as strong as last season's (mainly, there are just too many characters), I have high hopes for the finale.  How creepy was the shadow with the glowing eyes in Edwardian era London?  Interesting spin on Peter Pan, but wow, still not what I was expecting.  Though I will admit after that I had a strong desire to watch "Hook" after the Neverland-centric episode for whatever reason.  Peter Pan was one of my favorites as a child (though come on, nothing will ever top Beauty and the Beast), and I've loved the Bae/Neal storyline... but jeez, how sad was the last five minutes??  I re-watched it yesterday and felt sappy, but then again, I'm a completely sappy Emma/Neal shipper, as they say.  Okay, finished with my nerdery.  This will likely be the last time I ever go all fan-girl in a blog, but if you are obsessed with Game of Thrones (most of the world is, and I've yet to watch an ep), you'll agree that sometimes we all need a paragraph to show some nerdy love, am I right?  And if you're an OUAT fan, weigh in!  I tried to keep this paragraph as vague as possible without too many spoilers for anyone living under ten rocks who hasn't watched Sunday's episode.

Please do stop by my shop and show some love if you can.  I have several different styles, ranging from fabulously feminine to marvelously minimalist, so you're bound to find something you like (I hope!).









Speaking of fashionable shit, when I'm feeling up to it, yours truly is on a mission for some new jeans.  A year of 7 surgeries and a lot of throwing up in between means that I've dropped a jeans size, and can now pull off my jeans that I purchased last year without even unbuttoning or unzipping them!  Exciting.  I'm also seeing a new doctor who is incorporating a medication AND physical therapy/holistic approach (which is what I've felt is best all along), so I'll be starting PT this Friday to strengthen my core and all that, since it all goes to hell in a handbasket when you have surgery.  But enough medical crap, and back to what I was going to say: I need new jeans.  I'm in an in between stage, where I'm hoping to lose more weight, but my the extra material from last year's jeans makes me feel bigger than I really am, so I need some suggestions for affordable jeans in the DFW area.  I don't mind buying vintage or shopping at Buffalo Exchange, but I don't really want to do so for something I'll be wearing so much (at least until I lose more weight).  So, aside from shops where clothes are given a second life, does anyone have any moderately-priced ideas?



Okay, sleep now.  Oh, who am I kidding?  More jewelry-making, most likely until 5 AM.

Wednesday, February 13

each day is [thankfully not] valentine's day

What were your fave valentines you sent/received as a kid?  I think my favorite Valentine's Day cards were Clarissa Explains It All-themed (or was it Sabrina the Teenage Bitch?).  Aside from that nineties wonderfulness, I bequeathed my class with these super charming, colorful cards which contained a punch-out fortune teller pattern so that you could effectively combine MASH, fortune cookies, and magic eight ball questions into one delightful game.  The combination reminds me of our goodluck rituals: fill a shotglass (but be sure to leave a smide of room!) with Sveda, then add a splash of PomWonderful ("cran shots," we lovingly bequeathed them), along with a quick prayer, meditation, and 11:11 wish.  We just knew that had to cover all our bases.



Five-ish years ago, my best friend Rachel and I co-hosted a college radio show called The Cassette Deck on KTCU's 88.7, The Choice.  We played a mix of indie, local, classics, and talked entirely too much/make entirely too many bad jokes.  We had a new theme each week (ex: one week, we decided on a horse theme, and played "All the pretty horses," various songs by Band of Horses, and that song by the Velvet Underground with the lyrics "I'm sticking with you/cause I'm made out of glue").

In a nutshell, it was amazing.  Not in a give your rose to the Bachelor amazing (they've ruined that word for everyone), but jsut... fantastic.  I miss those days a ton.

On the first  Valentine's Day that coincided with our show, we were basically obligated to create and play a V-day mix of love/heartache/heartbreak/eat cake music, with a bit of Frank Sinatra ("each day is Valentiiiiiiine's Day"), for good measure.

During the last hour of our shift, we decided to create fortune teller Valentines for each other out of scrap paper we found in the station (and because I'm the world's most sentimental pack rat, I found mine a couple of years ago, but I digress).  You would lift the flap and read something like "You will put eight children up for adoption tomorrow!" or "Tomorrow, your crush will try to push you off a cliff!" or even more nonsensical wonders like "Granny or Tranny?"  We even incorporated a few magic 8 ball/1990's AOL throwbacks, like "fortune teller deadz, try again LaTeRz."

You'd hope we had some reason for acting goofy and ridiculous (like indulging in a Chimy's marg or two prior to our shift), but nope.  We just have strange sense of humor (which I feel like is a must with all the close people in my life).

I used to love Valentine's Day as a kid.  Those were the days when bringing valentines for your entire class was mandatory.  You'd decorate your shoe box (if you were me) with red wrapping paper and construction paper pink hearts and a thousand paper doilies and too much glitter glue, and you'd write your name with swirls and dot your "i" with a heart, and make a slit through the lid to house your collection of love.  And it was total l-u-v back then too, because your classroom crush HAD to send you a Goosebumps or Goof Troop-themed valentine.  If you were lucky, he would even include a special note.  One year, I received a Home Improvement-themed valentine featuring JTT, Tim the Toolbitch Taylor, and several power tools, with a hastily written "you are a sweet gril!" in blue marker underneath.  The grammar snob in me promptly decided I couldn't like him anymore.  A sweet grill?  Booooo.  Barbecue this, loser.  He wasn't sporting one of those snazzy chili bowl haircuts anyway, so our pretend relationship was probably doomed from the start.

As I grew older and middle school arrived, everyone started to have "REAL" boyfriends and girlfriends and sit next to each other at lunch, and hold hands during passing periods and all that.  I was one of those girls who secretly crushed on guys in my gym or honor's English classes despite never actually interacting with them or striking up a conversation.  I'm not shy by any means, but everyone is awkward to the nine thousandth degree in middle school, and somehow I thought that secretly liking a guy would translate into him asking me to the winter dance (where we would sway back and fourth to "all my life" by KC & jojo after I'd kicked off my glittery platforms in the bathroom so that I wouldn't be taller).

Sadly, no matter how much Bath and Body Works glitter eyeshadow I rocked, how many times I wore my favorite abercrombie white tee with a red butterfly, or how many flipped under ponytails I stuck on top of my head and tied with color-coordinating ribbons, I only had a date to a dance one time in middle school, and never received an over-sized bear or a dozen roses or a gift certificate to Chili's.

it kind of looked like this, only higher on my head and with a big ribbon.
i had trouble finding a picture in google image search of this hairstyle gem (surprise, surprise), but i know i wasn't the only one who did this... right?


In high school (and later on in college), I finally got the hang of things, and was dating/in a relationship with guys on a more regular basis.  And while I have indeed had a boyfriend for the past three Valentines Days, none of them were actually nice V-Days.  At all.  Two years ago, my boyfriend tried to send me flowers, but they were lost in the mail.  He felt terrible, and I knew it wasn't his fault.  But he's Swedish and thusly lived (and still lives) in Sweden, so I didn't actually get to see him that day.  And those flowers never showed up.  Also, Valentine's isn't really a big deal in Sweden, so there was no transatlantic exchanging of gifts or even cards.  In fact, between our work schedules, we didn't get to talk at all on Valentine's.  I think I received an "jag alskar dig, sotnos!" text, but that's about it (translation: "i love you, sweet nose." sweet nose is a pet name in Sverige).

But Jesus Jones.  Last year takes the cake, though.  Firstly, I had a lady sonogram (not the fun kind women have when they're preggo... the other kind), and it was agony.  Later on during that appointment, I had to weepily schedule my hysterectomy for a mereweek later.  Secondly, I arrive home to discuss the appointment with the old ball and chain (I say this in jest... kind of), and he hands me super cheap, ugly, and already wilting grocery store flowers.  I'm no snob and grocery store flowers are completely fine (well, sometimes), but it was a little disappointing that there was zero thought involved (and he knew I was probably going to schedule my hyst at my doctor's office that day).

But the real gem of the evening was when told me that my Valentine's present was "getting to live with him for free." 

I had hoped that we would be exchanging gifts, hoping that we'd each secretly bought something for the other person, but nope.  I'd ordered his gift online (a pressure cooker he'd had his eye one at the cooking store), and originally, I felt terrible about it arriving after Valentine's.  But as it turns out, I had the privilege of getting to live with him, so, uh, there's that...

So while I'm alone this year, I think it's safe to say that anything will be a vast improvement over last year.  I don't want to tempt fate, though, so I'll just leave it at that.

In other (probably more interesting) news, I've started tweeting for Etsy Fort Worth on Wednesdays.  So today, I included a link to an amaaaazing lemon kiss cookie recipe, which (if you scroll down) is the post just before this one.  Enjoy!

lemon kiss cookies for your valentine du jour



These cookies are l-o-v-e-l-y, and ten times more delish than those grocery store chocolates and conversation hearts (since when did they start replacing "HEY CUTIE" with "TEXT U L8R" anyways?).


I failed to take a picture of these, but they were a hit at my mom's retired teacher sorority (how cute is that?) meeting, and you know those women have had their fair share of cookies and chocolates from students over the years.

Here's the recipe/instructions.  Feel free to drop me a line via comment or Facebook with any questions!  I did manage to find a picture of the finished product on another website, so just to give you an idea, they should look something like this when you're finished:



Lemon Kiss Cookies

ingredients:

1 1/2 c. margarine, softened
3/4 c. sugar
1 tbsp lemon extract
2 3/4 flour
hershey's kisses (a bag will be more than enough)
confectioner's sugar
small bag of chocolate chips (you'll need 1/2 to 1 cup total)
1 tbsp shortening

Mix the margarine, sugar, and lemon extract until light & fluffy.  

Add flour, and chill at least 2 hours (you may not want to go much past 2 hours, or the dough will be a bit too hard and will need to soften).

Form the dough around the Hershey's kiss in the shape of a ball.

Bake at 375 for 8-10 minutes.

Roll in confectioner's sugar.

Drizzle melted chocolate chips** and shortening


**in our experience, 1 cup of chocolate chips was a little thick.  adding water if it's too thick will make it icky, so I'd recommend starting with half a cup, and adding more if you need to.  if you're looking for a great way to melt the chocolate chips, Michael's has a wonderful chocolate melter (and coupons are valid towards this purchase, just FYI).

Thursday, January 31

ghost toasties

I have been OBSESSED with this song for the past month-ish.  It's one of those "infinite repeat" songs that I'll probably look back on and say, "that was so January 2013."  So, here's to you, "ghosts" by On an On.



Speaking of which, good riddance, January.  You're the worst month ever anyways (though February isn't too far behind), and I'm ready for you to be over.

On the other hand, I'll be 27 in a week and a day, which is completely creepy and disgusting.  I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up (or maybe I do, but I don't know how to get there).

But, I was featured (or more accurately, my jewelry) in an article on the examiner promoting the popularity of emerald green this season!  See, I told you guys green was on the rise.  Here's the article, and my "Sip of Absinthe" earrings (available on Etsy).



A giant thanks to Jessica Barst of Bespangled Jewelry for the feature and love!


In other news, I had an interesting conversation with a scientist (!) today that my doctor referred me to about a new device that works on top of the skin to stimulate blood flow and reduce pain WITHOUT any medicine at all!  I'm a good candidate for it with my issues with adhesions and interstitial cystitis and autoimmune crap, so more on this soon.

I haven't uploaded my monster mash of music onto my new laptop yet, but I have a pretty lovely playlist going tonight of purchased music that auto-downloaded when I installed itunes, so I'll share, in case you're looking for something new, or just lovely in general.  I have my songs on shuffle, but these literally came on one after another, and I was seriously impressed.  Some of these are a few (or more) years old, but go you, itunes.  You know my heart.

1. On an On - Ghosts
2. Panda Bear - Comfy in Nautica
3. Sigur Ros - Hoppipolla
4. Vitamin String Quartet - Marching Bands of Manhattan (Death Cab for Cutie cover)
5. Blair - Wolfboy
6. Peter Bjorn & John - I Want You!
7. Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeroes - Brother
8. Wilco - I Am Trying To Break Your Heart
9. Kate Nash - We Get On
10. Nick Glider - Hot Child in the City (!)