Loom-band Project to Raise Funds for the Little Princess Trust!

Loom-band Project to Raise Funds for the Little Princess Trust!

My 9 year old daughter, Darlek, is cutting her hair and donating it to the Little Princess Trust for children who have lost their hair because of medical reasons, whether that be Alopiecha or Cancer. It will be woven into a wig and Darlek will have a lovely light, easy to maintain, pixie cut.

On the 'Big Hair Day' as opposed to a 'Bad Hair Day', Darlek will put her hair into plaits and have them cut off - before her remaining hair is cut into a new style

On the ‘Big Hair Day’ as opposed to a ‘Bad Hair Day’, Darlek will put her hair into plaits and have them cut off – before her remaining hair is cut into a new style

I’m so proud of her.  About a year ago I shaved all my hair off because my hair was in terrible condition, because of the meds I’d been taking for my Ulcerative Colitis. Darlek saw how some people reacted to me, and she realised that it’s not always an easy thing to deal with.  (Just to add it’s all grown back now and it’s twice as thick and in much better condition so there’s a happy ending there).

Another little girl at her school has already donated hair to the Little Princess Trust, and Darlek was inspired by her, so that was it….decision made.  Darlek is very excited about it all and is mad keen to fundraise too.

Darlek recently broke her wrist, here's how she jazzed up her splint.  She LOVES loom bands!

Darlek recently broke her wrist, here’s how she jazzed up her splint. She LOVES loom bands!

I’m going to do a blog campaign, try to get local newspapers and my daughter’s school involved too, and make a huge loom band art project – which I’m hoping to auction with the proceeds going to the Little Princess Trust.

 

 I’m going to ask if people can donate via Just Giving or to simply to send loom bands to us – in bracelet form, or longer if people can manage.  Darlek’s school has already said that they’d be interested in helping out, so if I could supply them with packs of loom bands so they can help with the project that would be fabulous.  With this in mind I’m going to approach a few businesses and see if I can find anyone to sponsor the project and fund packs of bands.

I could link all the donated loom bands together with jump rings which could then be used to make the picture.

I could link all the donated loom bands together with jump rings which could then be used to make a picture.

The idea is to layer the loom bands to and fro across a canvas, using graduating colours, to make an image.   Very simple but effective and eye-catching.  I saw a loom band dress for sale on Ebay which went for literally thousands of pounds and it got me thinking.  Not that I even imagine that this would go for anything like that, but it is something that children are interested in at the moment and so many people have access to loom bands.   The Little Princess Trust supports children and it seems appropriate that each child has an opportunity to help support them, just by making something that so many of them love doing anyway.

A loom band rainbow would look amazing!

A loom band rainbow would look amazing!

It would be a square  image, in graduating colours which could somehow be backed and secured to something like a big picture frame. With this in mind, I’m asking that people donate single coloured loom bands in a fishtail design (which is the most common weave that people learn), whatever length they like, although a minimum of a bracelet length.

I reckon it would look pretty and would look fabulous as a feature on someone’s living room or office wall.  Hopefully people would bid on that, it would raise publicity, people could donate something they find fun to make even if they don’t have the cash to donate, and it’s something lots of people are into at the minute. Any suggestions, ideas, feedback, offers of help would be most appreciated.

Even if you can’t donate or send a loom band, it would be so helpful if you could enter any competitions for loom bands on our behalf.  There’s a few listed at the bottom of this post if you would like to help that way.

If you want to donate a loom band, loom bands, or can offer any other kind of help, please feel free to email me at kay@rubbemonkeys.co.uk.

Darlek’s Just Giving Account is HERE, if you’d like to donate we’d be ever so grateful.

If you’re on Twitter there’s this one: Pls tweet Strand Shopping @ShoppingStrand Follow us to WIN a years supply of #LoomBands! All you have to do is tweet us your best #LoomBandSelfie!

There’s a competition here if you follow the link: HERE 

Or this one…    HERE (only 4 days left to enter this one so be quick!)

There is also one HERE. 

Thank you in advance! :O) x

 

#100DaysOfPeeve : Day 1

#100DaysOfPeeve : Day 1

Please forgive the dodgy spacing, WordPress has had a hissy fit and I can’t space out the first couple of paragraphs. Grrr… It fixes itself about half way through the blog. Sorry!

I’ve seen quite a few blog posts with themes such as ‘Reasons To Be Cheerful’ and ’100 days of Happiness’ and ‘Looking on the Bright Side’. I wish I could do something along those lines, but I don’t think my temperament will let me. With this in mind, I’ve come up with ’100 Days of Being Slightly Peeved about Something’, otherwise known as #100DaysOfPeeve.  Eg. ‘Day 1 The house smells of tripe’ : ‘Day 2 ‘The dog’s eaten my rose-bush’ : Day 3 ‘Child number 1 has dropped a quid down the loo and expects me to fish it out’.  Something like that.
Anyone can contribute, feel free to post on my #100DaysofPeeve FB status, tweet me @Chaoskay, or comment on these blog posts and I’ll include them in the next blog.  Just one sentence about your day that is a pet peeve, something that drives you nuts for example. Send me pics (just one with each peeve) if you like and I’ll include names unless you specify you’d rather I didn’t.   Only one peeve per person.  I will try to help you with your peeves in the best way I can.  It will get things out of your system and I can make helpful suggestions (ish….)  I’ll keep this up as long as I can, depending on how well this takes off.
Yesterday Emma Chester told me ‘Smiling schoolground assassins get my goat today!’
I’m presuming you mean Ninjas, Emma?  Ninja assassins, especially of the turtle variety should not be allowed in the playground and I think you should speak to the headmaster to get them banned.  Another word of advice, do not take goats to school, they don’t like it and don’t learn very much while they’re in class.  Totally pointless exercise.
Ruthy Kitchen came up with a rather confusing status that I had to think hard about:
‘Next day delivery didnt arrive next day last week and still hasnt!!!’
Frankly I’m baffled.   Unless you think postmen can time travel I think it’s unreasonable for you to expect them to travel back in time and deliver your post just under a week ago.  And how could you pick it up anyway?  Do you have a tardis?  Is your name Dr Who?
Melli Peakman sent me a picture and said: ‘My soft, clean, fluffy puppy has just dug several holes in the garden and rolled in the diggings…’
Digging?

Digging?

Let me just state something that is blatantly obvious to me, even if it isn’t to you Melli.  This is not a pup.  This is a very cute and adorable teddy bear.  Teddy bears do not dig holes in gardens or roll around, it’s just not the done thing.   I suggest you take it to a tea party in the woods for a picnic and pretend to feed it jam sandwiches rather than pose it beside holes in your garden and cover it with soil.  Just a thought.

Tabi Farrow grumpily said I have builders next door and they have been cutting tiles since 7.25 am”.  This problem is very easily solved.  Take the tiles off them!  Simples.   Give them some crayons and a wad of plain paper instead.  It’ll keep them occupied for hours.  Problemo solved!

Joanne Homer was mightily sick of coldsores yesterday: My #100daysofPeeve contribution for today is coldsores! Could feel them breaking out but could do nothing to stop them!’

Joanne, most people try to avoid coldsores, they don’t keep them as pets and cosset the things!  Let them break out and run free.  Give them the keys to whatever weird and wonderful jail you have set up for them.  You don’t want them anyway do you?

Tim Bain has issues with ‘Farting Cats’.

This is also very easily solved.  Tim, all you have to do is pin your cats down and get them to wear these:

Farty pants

Farty pants

These are a genuine product apparently.  The smell of dead fish and half digested cat biscuits will be soaked up by the special pad at the back of the pants.  It’s only one step on from force feeding your cats worming tablets, it’s for their own good and will save you from having burnt nostril hairs from the stench. Put farty pants on your cats.  Easy!

Sarah Lemon has a peeve which she is very annoyed about:  “My phone is buggered. T mobile won’t reactivate my old SIM in my old phone, so I’m phoneless till its fixed, and that’s not ideal when you’ve got wandering teenagers”

Now then, this is a serious legal matter and I think you should listen carefully to me.  No one, absolutely no-one, should EVER bugger a phone.  It’s not nice.  Whoever is doing this to your phone should be stopped from doing this and you should report it to the police.  It’s no wonder T mobile won’t reactivate your old SIM.  You’re obviously not caring for it appropriately.   As for the wandering teenagers, put them on extending dog leads and tie them to a big stick in your garden.

Lucy Zealowski is peeved, she told me I came home to to shredded boxes and tissues! Darn you poochie.”

This involved a bit of research.  Before Lucy’s comment, I had never heard of a ‘Poochie’  so I really had no clue as to why one of them was shredding her boxes and tissues. A quick trawl of google educated me.  For those of you who are as baffled as I was, it’s one of these:

This is a 'Poochie'.

This is a ‘Poochie’.

An actual wild 'Poochie'.

An actual ‘Poochie’.

From what I can tell from the first picture, Poochies usually just draw pretty pics of flowers and wear aprons.  Yours has obviously gone feral if it’s ripping up boxes and tissues and vandalising your home.  I’d contact pest control if I were you.

Jo Bryan is peeved, she says ‘Jam tarts mock me.’

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but jam tarts just mock me.

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but jam tarts just mock me.

Misbehaving jam tarts is a big issue, I have similar problems with cakes.  They sit on the side and blow raspberries at me, which is rude and unnecessary.  I deal with this by making pies instead.  They are far more polite and you can have a sensible conversation with them, if you can speak ‘pie’ that is.  Honestly Jo, just ignore them, they’re just teasing you – horrible cheeky things.  If it carries on, just go and tell a teacher.

Amy O’ Brien is very annoyed. Moving house taking my whole weekend and it still not being finished!!”

Is the weekend not finished?  Because as far as I can tell, it is a Tuesday today so the weekend is actually over.  Check your diary!  If your house is moving, do you think you might actually have a caravan there and not a house?  As for the moving house taking your weekend, how is that possible?  Houses and caravans do not steal weekends, it’s not physically possible as far as I am aware anyway.

Sharon Curran had a proper pet peeve of the day: ‘Playing washing roulette with the black rain clouds. Peg it out as the sun was blazing, get it all in as it went as black as the ace of spades and now the sun is back out I’ve pegged it all out again. What’s the betting I’ll be going and getting it all in again in 10 minutes?’

I can’t quite work out how you’ve managed to organise a game of roulette with your washing, let alone with a pack of black rain clouds?  Usually people use money or at the very least little counter things, most people would laugh at you if you said: ‘I’ll raise you a pair of soggy socks!’ or ‘I’ll bet this pair of sopping wet jeans, they’re worth a fortune!’.    I can’t help you with this pet peeve.  The only advice I can offer is to stop gambling with rain clouds, I don’t think they play fair.

Helen Birtwistle says her peeve is that there’s no toilet roll fairy. “I fill up the loo roll them a few days later sit down and poooof! It’s all gone. I then have to hobble to the stash off loo roll in my 10 yr old bedroom so avoiding Lego, teddy sand homework. Not fair!”

Firstly most people ‘Poo’, they don’t ‘Poooof!’  From what I can gather you Poooofed instead.  This sounds incredibly smelly and I’m not surprised you can’t get any fairies to work for you.  I wouldn’t like to frequent a poooofy bathroom and you can’t expect a fairy to either.

Jo Haigh tweeted: When you can’t find a single bowl or plate to put your breakfast or lunch on…they’re ALL in daughters room.”

This peeve is easily remedied.  Get your daughter to sleep in the kitchen and move your cooker, cupboards and kitchen paraphenalia up to her bedroom.  She can chase the slugs out of your kitchen at 3am when they start roaming your floor, and you can cook and serve meals on plates whenever you like.  Win, win.

Jane claims her peeve is: whichever shoe I offer up, my child gives me the other foot.”

Jane, try offering wellies instead, really massive green ones with mud all over them, every time you need to go out.  This will baffle and annoy them until they just give up and go and put their own shoes on.  Saves you a job!

So there you go!  Pet Peeves all solved.  Hope that helped a little. :O)

 

 

 

 

 

Chainmaille Madness! My Most Ambitious Project EVER.

Chainmaille Madness!  My Most Ambitious Project EVER.

For once I’m actually reviewing my own product here, I’ve been spending a lot of time crafting and here’s the result.  It’s a completely hand-made chainmaille  top, made with pliers, patience and a fair amount of swearing.  Each bright aluminium link has been lovingly opened and closed and generally messed around with by me.  I’ve never made anything like this before, so this is my first attempt.  Whaddya think?  I finished it last night, took photos and bunged it on Folksy for sale so I’m, as they say, buzzing.  It would be quite useless in the face of battle, but it would be fantastic at a cocktail party or in a club, as long as there’s no-one shooting arrows at you at you.

Made from Bright Aluminium which is a surprisingly light metal, so this is comfortable to wear and won't weigh you down at all.

Made from Bright Aluminium which is a surprisingly light metal, so this is comfortable to wear and won’t weigh you down at all.

Made to my own design, so this is completely unique and a stand out piece.  The scales are made from bright aluminium too, so allt he materials match perfectly.

Made to my own design, so this is completely unique and a stand out piece. The scales are made from bright aluminium too, so the materials match perfectly.

Can be worn over a bra top, or over a camisole if you're feeling a little less extrovert.  Catches the light beautifully and drapes like a dream.

Can be worn over a bra top, or over a camisole if you’re feeling a little less extrovert. Catches the light beautifully and drapes like a dream.

Each diamond is reinforced with a 'Mobious' link, which is three rings intertwined for extra strength, and they look pretty too!

Each diamond is reinforced with a ‘Mobious’ link, which is three rings intertwined for extra strength, and they look pretty too!

Here's a close up of the weave, you can see the Mobious links more clearly here.   This will not rust by the way!  Can easily be cleaned with light detergent, warm water and a bit of a polish with a soft cloth.  No messing around with dry cleaning at all!

Here’s a close up of the weave, you can see the Mobious links more clearly here at the junction of the diamonds. This will not rust by the way! Can easily be cleaned with light detergent, warm water and a bit of a polish with a soft cloth. No messing around with dry cleaning at all!

I’m not used to this blowing my own trumpet sort of thing, but if I want to sell this, then I have to.  *blushes* Feel free to drop by my Folksy account if you’re interested or I have a ‘Bumbling Bee’ Facebook page if you prefer.  You’d be very welcome on either page and I do list other items too, which you may like.

I put a lot of time, effort and skill into my work and I’d love your feedback.  Please do drop by!  This top took me approximately a month of spending almost every available minute with a pair of pliers by the way.  You could call it knitting with metal I suppose.

Bumbling Bee Facebook page can be found HERE and my Folksy page is HERE.

I am open to negotiation by the way, especially if you mention that you discovered my work via this blog.  ;O)

Anyway, I hope you like my very new hobby, which is mostly just another really elaborate way to avoid doing the housework.  The Brink of Bedlam household looks like a bomb has dropped on it, but I do have a lovely top to show for it.

My mother does not approve and thinks I should clean the cooker rather than make chainmaille tops, but what the hell!

Be Kind To Your Mattress

Guest post sponsored by Bedstar.  Not written by moi.  This may sound odd, but I’ve been very busy working on my most ambitious chainmaille project ever, and I’ll post pics soon to justify my absence.  It’s not quite armour but nearly ;o)  Anyway, summat about beds.  I have never been to anyone’s house where they’ve left the plastic sheets on the furniture, but I guess I just don’t know the right kind of people, *chuckles*.

Be Kind To Your Mattress

jumping on bed.

There are some things in life worth skimping on, and other things that just aren’t. If you’ve ever missed out on a decent night’s sleep, you’ll probably agree that beds (especially mattresses) fall into the latter category. It only took me a single night in a terrible hotel to come to the conclusion that, in terms of beds, you get what you pay for. Not that that means they have to be hugely expensive; I’ve recently been looking at the Bedstar website for inspiration, and while a decent mattress doesn’t have to break the bank, there’s plenty you can do to prolong the life of your existing bed – assuming it’s in good condition in the first place.

Airing

Moisture is the enemy of bedding and mattresses, and unfortunately for allergy sufferers (and people who are not too keen on sharing a bed with creepy crawlies) it’s also the friend of  dust mites. People are moist – it’s a proven fact. One good way to minimise unpleasantness is to pull back all the bedding and let the air get to it for a while, first thing in the morning. It’s a good idea to protect your mattress by using a washable cover; you can also buy mite-proof zip-up covers for mattresses and bedding.

Turning

Mattress turning is a bit of a chore (especially if you’re trying to turn a double on your own) but it’s well worth doing once in a while – say, four times a year. Don’t forget to swap it over side to side as well as end over end. It’ll keep the mattress more comfortable for longer, and as one of the most valuable large pieces of furniture we’re are likely to buy, we want to protect our investment!

Breathe

sofa-plastic-cover

We’ve all been to someone’s house and noticed that they’ve kept the plastic covers on the furniture. It’s not a great look, and it’s a very bad idea for mattresses in particular, which need to breathe. Look on the side of most mattresses and you’ll notice built-in vents – they’re there for a reason!

No Bouncing

If your kids are of a certain age, good luck with this next tip; don’t let them jump up and down on the bed! Explain to them how the lifespan of their mattresses will be impaired by this potentially dangerous activity, and watch as their young faces understand and accept your wisdom. Then leave the room and listen to the bouncing noises.

Storing

Finally, if you’re putting a mattress in storage, never roll it up and never put it at the bottom of a pile of heavy stuff. You’d be better off chucking it out and saving the storage fees!

(Images courtesy of onealdwych.com, tlloh.com)

 

A Frugal Bank Holiday Challenge

A Frugal Bank Holiday Challenge

A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, the Bedlam Clan battled with The Frugal Bank Holiday Challenge.  Their allies were blinds-supermarket.co.uk      Valiantly they faced the task, which was to survive a Bank Holiday without succumbing to the forces of Being Absolutely Skint.

This is their story.

(You have to imagine this text on a scrolling screen, filled with stars)

The Bedlam Clan woke early and  got into their spaceship….erm car, and set a course for a Star Wars Fan Fun Day.  On arrival, they were confronted by an army of Storm Troopers and a queue of intergalactic proportions.

Darth Vader and his minions tried to arrest Sausage but he escaped!

Darth Vader and his minions tried to arrest Sausage but he escaped their clutches!

They tried to use Jedi skills to get in without paying: “‘This is not the £6 per adult and £3 per child’ you are looking for.”  Sadly they were immune to their powers, and the Galactic Credits were reluctantly handed over.

The Bedlam Clan dodged their adversaries narrowly escaping arrest.

The Bedlam Clan dodged their adversaries, narrowly avoiding arrest.

Princess Kay thought that some of the Storm Troopers needed a good bath to be honest.

Storm Troopers are too tough to use soap and water.

Storm Troopers think that soap and water are for wusses.

The Jawas kidnapped the younglings!

Dastardly Jawas tried to sneak away with the younglings.

The Dastardly Jawas nearly ran off with them.

Slightly shaken, but by no means beaten, the Bedlam Clan proceeded to the Star Wars Fun Day.  Having fought their way through the queue, they snook in through the entrance, carefully checking for guards.

Sausage swung his light sabre, left to right; jumped up and down like a space-kangaroo and laughed in the face of danger and a really weird looking tin can thing.

Sausage swung his light sabre, left to right; jumped up and down like a space-kangaroo and laughed in the face of danger and a really weird looking tin can thing.

Darth Vader used The Force, sadly they were powerless to resist. £20 changed hands for an autographed photograph of him.  Princess Kaye tried to object, but Count Dookoo held her back.

Princess Kay: 'We must not give Darth Vader £20 worth of galactic credits, he'll only spend it on asthma inhalers and cheap booze!'

Princess Kay: ‘We must not give Darth Vader £20 worth of galactic credits, he’ll only spend it on asthma inhalers and cheap booze!’

It was no use, Darth Vader took the hard earned cash and retired to the Cantina to fleece even more unsuspecting Jedis.

Tall and intimidating, Darth Vader strode through the crowds, signing autographs and wheezing.

Tall and intimidating, Darth Vader strode through the crowds, signing autographs and wheezing.

Princess Kay and her entourage darted through the crowds, ducking, diving and weaving.  Stalls sold space-sweets, tiny action figures, posters, autographs, models, lego, anything and everything….including Dr Who memorabilia which confused the young Jedi greatly.  Briefly they were distracted by refreshments.

‘Two quid for a hot dog?!’ Horace Sky-Walker was shocked, but the Younglings were starving and in need of nutrition.  Again, galactic credits were surrendered

The battle against Absolute Skintness was looking hopeless, would the Bedlam Clan survive?  They thought they had found an escape, a Millennium Falcon would get them out of there wouldn’t it?

Only £150 including, 12 months MOT.  Unfortunately it was only a very small model and they were unable to fit in it.

Only £150 including, 12 months MOT. Unfortunately it was only a very small model and they were unable to fit in it.

Eventually, they had to admit defeat.  Princess Amidale met them as they left the Star Wars Fun Day, she reassured them that at least they had lived to fight another day and then gave Princess Kay some great hints and tips on how to make really, really excessively frilly floaty white dresses, which was nice.

Apparently net curtains are very useful.

Apparently net curtains are very useful.

The Bedlam Clan returned home to walk the Wookie, erm….dog.  They had an epic Star Wars themed day and vowed to return in 2015.

*Many thanks to blinds-supermarket.co.uk for allowing us to take part in the Frugal Bank Holiday Challenge*  :O)

How Do You Spell Daffodil?

How Do You Spell Daffodil?

small-daffodil

Just had to record a lovely 10 minutes spent laughing like a loon with my daughter.

Darlek: ‘Mum, how do you spell Daffodil?’

Feeling bored of being asked questions, I replied ‘F…..L…..O……G’

Darlek dutifully tries to fit the letters  ‘FLOG’ into her crossword.

She looks at me in disbelief and says ‘Flog? I can’t believe I just copied that out.’

Both of us collapse into giggles.

I tell her they’re actually called ‘Daffadilaflogs’ and struggle to keep a straight face.

Darlek grins at me and replies ‘Mum, don’t be an idiot’

I then inform her that a ‘Daffodilaflog is kind of like a dinosaur, similar to a Diplodocus.’

In my mind I have visions of a very camp dinosaur waltzing through a field of daffodils.

At this point Darlek realises she’s not going to get any sense out of her mum and proceeds to lie on the sofa upside down with her head hanging over the edge, and giggles loads.  I join in and it’s all very silly, but much more interesting than just spelling Daffodil properly.

Only a snippet of a moment in time, and a pointless one at that, but it was fun.  Happiness happens at the funniest of times.  Daffodil can also be spelt ‘Daffodilosilly’.  You learn something new every day.

 

Get Your Belly Out for Crohns and Colitis!

Get Your Belly Out

for Crohns and Colitis!

Life takes guts

Have you heard about the #GetYourBellyOut campaign for Crohns and Colitis awareness?  Because if you haven’t then you’re missing out on one of the biggest, most fantastic, fun awareness/charity campaigns ever.  I really do have to tell you about it, because it’s brilliant.

#GetYourBellyOut for Crohns and Colitis!

#GetYourBellyOut for Crohns and Colitis!

I suffer with Ulcerative Colitis so this campaign is very close to my heart.  Thankfully I’m in remission at the minute – although the disease will never go away and I will have to take a cocktail of drugs for the rest of my life to keep it at bay.  But this in’t a sob story, this is a story about a lot of people uniting, being brave and facing their illness head on.

By way of explanation: Inflammatory Bowel Diseases (IBD) are something that are not often spoken of, I suspect it’s because a lot of people are ashamed of the symptoms.  Basically your immune system attacks itself and IBD’s specifically target the bowel.  The inflammation and ulceration is so bad that many people spend hours and hours in a day or throughout the night on the loo, dealing with horrific cramping, blood loss and more.  This is if we’re lucky enough to get to a loo on time……which doesn’t always happen. The bowels cease to work properly and as a result get rid of food from the body as fast as is possible in most cases.  The symptoms are humiliating and embarrassing to put it mildly.    The phrase ‘Never Trust a Fart!’ could not be more appropriate.  Sad, but true! Some people end up with malnutrition because their bodies can’t absorb the nutrients from their food.  Chronic dihoerrhoea is common, as is anaemia from the amount of blood that is sometimes lost.  Ironically this often leads to weight loss, which, from experience makes people think we are healthier.  I lost about a stone and a half in a couple of months at one point and everyone kept commenting on how well I looked.  If only they knew!

This applies to UC as well unfortunately.

This applies to UC as well unfortunately, although the symptoms are slightly different as UC affects the lower bowel.

The really sad thing is that there is no cure.  Literally.  If you’re lucky you can get into remission with medication, many of which have their own unpleasant side effects.  If this isn’t possible Crohns sufferers have to deal with multiple surgeries to remove diseased bowel sections and people with UC end up with colostomy bags which bypass the bowel completely.  IBD and related complications, still claim lives even now, although thankfully this is rarer than it was in previous decades.  It’s nasty.

 

Anyway, enough of the’ Yuck’ stuff, and more of the ‘Yay!’ stuff.  The #GetYourBellyOut campaign celebrates the fight that IBD sufferers go through.  It’s also raising money to go towards finding a cure for IBD.  As I mentioned before, people are often so ashamed of having such a horrid disease and it’s not talked about.  I mean, who wants to admit they crapped themselves in Tesco?  This means that there’s very little awareness of IBD.  This campaign has gone a huge way towards changing that.

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If you search for the hashtag #GetYourBellyOut on Facebook or Twitter, you will see a multitude of belly photographs: scarred from surgery, unscarred, with colostomy bags, without colostomy bags, tattooed, tanned, big ones, small ones, ones with faces drawn on them (that’s me!), all kinds of bellies with one thing in common, IBD.  Someone has even uploaded a photo of a daschund that suffers with canine colitis.  Fabulous!  People who actively suffer with IBD have joined in, and many others are simply showing their support for friends and family who have it.

More brave bellies!

More brave bellies!

It’s actually very moving.  Society is very body conscious.  Every magazine I see seems to shout about ‘How to get a beach body!’ or the best way to ‘Lose a stone in a fortnight!’ or ‘Get yourself a flat stomach!’ etc etc.  This can make even the most confident amongst us stare sadly at our reflections and sigh a little.  Well, imagine having a colostomy bag or being heavily scarred because your bowels had a hissy fit and wouldn’t work anymore… and being faced with that.  You’d think it might make already physically wounded people, even more emotionally wounded and ashamed of their appearance.  But not necessarily.  Many UC and Crohns survivors are in fact proud of their battle scars and their colostomy bag.  They fought their disease and are still fighting.  The marks on their body are the outward signs of an inward battle, which they are facing proudly and with dignity.

The Get Your Belly Out campaign shows this so clearly.  IBD is usually a hidden disease, kept behind closed toilet doors for the most part. This campaign has changed that, you can actually SEE the people who are usually forced to hide their symptoms because they are so embarrassing and awful.  Please, please, please browse the myriad of photos online and see how many people it has affected, read their brave, determined messages and if you’re anything like me, get a lump in your throat.  You can also donate if you so wish by texting IBDA99 & your donation to 70070 or via Just Giving, the link is HERE.   You could even #GetYourBellyOut, post a pic online and show your support that way, you don’t have to have IBD to take part. I’d love it so much if you did.  This innovative, amazing campaign has raised £1470.00 so far and it all goes towards beating this horrid disease.

Keep in touch with this amazing campaign by liking the GetYourBellyOut Facebook page.  

Heartfelt thanks for reading all of this. It means more to me than you know.

This is my belly, it is happy because it is in remission.  This was done in permanent marker and I can't wash it off. Doh.

This is my belly, it is happy because it is in remission. This was done in permanent marker and I can’t wash it off. Doh.