100Birdies4ME Shop Review!
I only learned a few weeks ago that I have fibromyalgia, chronic fatigue syndrome, and adrenal fatigue. Knowing that fibro was something I’d be dealing with for the rest of my life, I was obviously in a very confused place. On one hand, I had been looking for the cause of my pain and health problems for years, on the other I was upset that it wasn’t something likely to go away.
I eventually ran across the Spoon Theory and showed it to my husband. A few weeks later he tells me we’re expecting a package from the UK, 3 days later, the most amazing and sweetest gift was sitting in my lap.
Delivery:
My husband ordered the gift on Thursday, May 15th, and the package arrived on Wednesday, May 22. Considering this package came all the way from the UK, 7 days is amazingly quick shipping!
Packaging:
My surprise was shipped in a padded envelope, with the contents declare on the outside for customs. Inside the envelope was a gorgeous black jewelry box. The jewelry box itself was wrapped in a double layer of bubble wrap. You can really tell the seller understands those of us that have problems with our hands, because the bubble wrap was taped down in a way that was very easy to open with little effort. The ear rings and necklace were placed in a foam block like you see in store displays.
Quality and Pricing:
The jewelry itself is of course beautiful. Once again, the seller shows her understanding of the limitations and difficulties some chronically ill people have with their hands. The lobster clasp on the necklace is extra large and easy to open. The chain is delicate, but doesn’t feel fragile, and the spoons are smooth on the bottom with designs on the top side. I personally love the texture of the patterned side, it’s very soothing to play with when stressed at work.
And of course, at $10, with some of the proceeds going towards charity, I would honestly say that it’s underpriced, I would have happily paid at least $30-$40 for something like this from a department store.
All in all, I love my spoonie jewelry set and don’t plan on taking it off any time soon, and for once it’s not because my clumsy hands can’t open the clasps!
Forgive the messy hair and snuggie in the pictures! I had completely run out of spoons for the day by the time these showed up!
23rd May 2013
Thank you motivational penguin.
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Omg yes! This, I am doing this all the effing time now!
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It is hard to be a fat girl. No matter how much you tell yourself how sexy, talented, amazing, worthy, fabulous, and genius you are, there is a pretty serious backlash that you are facing – on a minute by minute basis. And, I’ll tell you, I consider myself pretty tough and persistently body positive, but it is not easy to be kick-ass all the time. Especially when someone tells you point blank to your fact that you are fat and you need to lose weight or you will… (insert really scary reason here – usually culminating in the fact that you will be fat, alone, and unlovable until you lose some weight).
And I absolutely guarantee that inside every phenomenal kick-ass fat positive role model is the tiniest inkling of doubt and fear, and every once and a while, when you are feeling a little vulnerable, even the toughest, most awesome girl can be tripped up, even if they refuse to admit it. I’ll even go out on a limb and say that I believe this so wholeheartedly – anyone who tells you otherwise is lying. This is not to say that we should just succumb to the cultural standards and get all weak in our knees when someone calls us fat – we will keep fighting and loving ourselves no matter what and becoming role models for other women to follow in our example, BUT there has to be some room for honesty in the equation. And honestly? It is not always easy to be a Body Image Warrior.
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On the importance of Magical Girl Heroines & Weaponized Femininity:
Let me start by saying that officially speaking, Sailor Moon is older than I am. I started watching while living in Singapore while I was four, so I definitely came in around the end of Sailor Moon R and watched Sailor Moon S despite the fact that it was played in Japanese with Chinese subtitles. When I moved back to the States, Sailor Moon started being released and aired in sub and dub form and being young and happy to actually hear a language I understood with a show I already liked, I watched the dubs. They’re not the shining star of any animated dub, but I went back several times as I got older, and rewatched the series, in dubs, in subs, all 200 episodes. I changed my self-identified scout, I understood what got cut out of the show, what was censored, I went back and relived my crush on Tuxedo Mask again…and again. In terms of “formative media” Sailor Moon is probably near the top of the list. I still have the sticker book I had when I was 5/6 that has a page dedicated to these magical girls, and they’ve been with me a lot longer than almost anything else, including Harry Potter, Avatar: the Last Airbender, and most other narratives, superhero, fantasy, or otherwise.
When I got the chance last year, I showed one of my girl cousins (who was twelve) the first episode of Sailor Moon. She came back to me about a week or so later and was maybe thirty episodes into the series, bursting with excitement over everything and every one.
I stopped to think about how much that meant to me. Then I thought a little harder. One of my best friends gave me an opportunity to cosplay as Sailor Scouts, and I leapt at the chance. I accidentally stumbled across the newer series Puella Magi Madoka Magica, and marathoned all twelve episodes. Then I made my best friend watch it.
Why does Mahou Shoujo stick with us? The show I loved when I was six is something I love when I’m twenty, and something my cousin who is a tween also loves. For that matter, Puella Magi is, essentially, an update of the classic Magical Girl story, with some genre subversions thrown in. What makes magical girls so important?
This makes me love Sailor Moon so much more, and I think I finally need to marathon Puella…
