Moler inc, red Volksrod pick up, built not bought

Built Not Bought

I thought I’d introduce you to my Hubby’s pride and joy….

Red volksrod, open wheeled, flat bed with engine showing. VW Hotrod.

Moler Inc Volksrod

We’ve had VWs in one form or another for 15 years or so, but he wanted to do something different with this one. He has spent the last four years building this…He’s such a perfectionist too, so there probably isn’t a single thing that he made, and was happy with it the first time round😂😂.  The attention to detail is ridiculous – for example, he drilled thousands of holes in the door cards so that he could then hand-stitch the pattern exactly as he wanted it 😁. If you fancy taking a better look, he is Moler_inc on Instagram.

Volksrod, hood ornament, custom hood ornament, moler inc. Cast from resin.

Moler Inc Hood Ornament

Who gives a crap toilet rolls wrapped in paper, not plastic.

Who Gives A Crap?

I’ve seen a few posts about this amazing business but I wanted to share my own experience. At the beginning of the year I saw a friend on Facebook had shared that she’d tried these loo rolls that were made from recycled paper rather than trees. I thought this was awesome so I went to investigate. Turns out that not only do they use recycled paper, they also give 50% of their profits to charities that help build toilets and improve sanitation across the world. A-m-a-zing!

 

Who Gives a Crap Toilet Rolls, Recycled Paper, Profit-for-Purpose. Handmade Haven's supply.

Did you know that more people in the world have mobile phones than toilets?! I didn’t either.  Two children a minute die from diseases caused by poor sanitation.  Comparing those two facts is beyond shocking.  I didn’t hesitate in signing up. We have a 12 week rolling subscription, where a box of 48 rolls (wrapped in paper, not plastic) are delivered to the house.  It’s great.  Someone said to my Hubby that ‘you can get cheaper loo rolls you know’.  Hmm…it’s not about the money though.

Who gives a crap, gorgeous paper wrapped toilet rolls

All away in the cupboard

If you’d like to give them a try, pop over to their website and have a browse yourself.

(I’m not gaining anything from Who Gives A Crap for this post, I’m sharing their ‘profit-for-purpose’ values as I believe in what they do)

Impossibly hard thing…Grief, depression

I was going to write something entirely different today, but then I read something on Tiffany Han’s Instagram page last week that stopped me in my tracks.  She said

There was a time in your life when you spoke a sentence that changed everything.

There was a time in your life when you did the impossibly hard thing and survived to tell about it.

Those two sentences are one and the same thing for me – I sat and cried.  I cried because I can remember the exact sentence – “do you know how many times I’ve thought about killing myself?!”  This was said to my husband, my best friend, whom I’d been pushing away while really wanting him closer, while I suffered with post-natal depression coupled with anxiety.  I didn’t realise at the time, that that’s what it was, but the argument, which brought that sentence from my mouth, was my impossibly hard thing.

Admitting something is wrong is always the hardest step, but it is also the first step to moving forwards.  My depression/anxiety was caused primarily through grief.  If you’ve read my about page you will know that my Mum died, aged 50.  She’d been ill for a few months, having multiple tests, but no cause was found.  My hubby and I had also been discussing having another baby, as I’d always thought we’d have three, but we had stopped at two.  We’d finally decided that we would try for another one, then the bomb hit…they did the right test and found it was in-operable lung cancer.  We decided we wouldn’t share our plans as it didn’t seem the right time and that she’d have more important things to be thinking about, then she died 5 days later, the day after our first son’s birthday, and 4 four days before Christmas.  Complete devastation.  Ten months later, after deciding we would go ahead as that’s definitely what my Mum would’ve wanted if she’d known, our third son was born.  Sods law dictates that we’d fall pregnant straight away right!?  All the grief I’d hidden away as I didn’t want to distress a babe growing in me, came to a head over the following months.  Awful, awful months.  A black hole with a ladder that never went anywhere when you climbed it.  Tears – though not as many as you would think weirdly.  Dark thoughts.  Really dark thoughts.  Suicidal thoughts.

People talk more about mental health now, although not nearly enough, but at least they are starting.  My period of depression, once I’d said that sentence, ended once I’d had some medication, then a bereavement counselling course.  That helped so much.  And talking to my husband, not bottling it up.  My Mum died in 2005.  2005!  I’m not the same person I was before my Mum died.  How can we go back when something so huge and life changing happens?  We just have to try and go forwards the best we can, and ask for help, or talk to someone… say that thing.