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Wednesday, May 4, 2016

How to Upcycle your desk, Chicago Flag style


Inspired by the city in which I currently reside I decided to take a desk I had got for cheap on craigslist and upcycle it to use in my craft room. As many of you will know the Chicago flag is two light blue lines and four red stars sat on a cream background. Although I used the flag as inspiration this technique could be used on many items, a wooden sign for your wall or a kitchen table perhaps. Anyway, here's what you are going to need:

- Paintbrush
- Masking tape
- Scalpel or precision knife
- Ruler
- Cut out stars x 4
- Light blue paint
- Cream paint
- Red paint
- Sandpaper (optional)
 
 
 
Step one: You need to cut out your paper star templates and prep your surface. I sanded down the desk to remove the previous layer and smooth out the desktop.
 
 
Step two: Paint the desk light blue and allow it to dry
 
 
Step three: Using the masking tape make two lines across the desk, paint the space in between cream and allow it to dry
 
 
Step four: Now this will take a bit of maths but persevere with it. Using your ruler measure out the length of your desk, divide this number by four and make three little marks with a pencil. For example if the desk is 120cm long, you would make marks at 30cm, 60cm, 90cm. This should give you four sections for your stars to sit.
 
 
 
Step five: In order to centre each star divide each section by two. For example 30cm / 2 = 15cm. At this point place the tip of the star and use the masking tape to hold it down. Repeat for the other three stars.
 
Step six: Now for the fiddly bit. Using the masking tape make outlines of the stars, make sure each piece of tape crosses the other to prevent the paint from leaking and creating blurred lines. This process will take the most time.
 
 
Step seven: Now your stars have an outline remove the paper star and disgard. Using the scalpel trim any bits of masking tape so the inner lines are straight and clean. Don't press to hard though otherwise you will leave indentations.
 
 
Step eight: Get that paintbrush out again and fill in the stars with red, then wait for the paint to dry thoroughly
 
 

 
 
Step nine: Once the paint is dry slowly peel back the masking tape to reveal the stars underneath
 
 
Step ten: Depending on the look you are going for, use the sandpaper to give a shabby chic effect and cover up any wonky lines
 
Step eleven: I finished my desk off with a spray of clear acrylic adhesive just to seal and waterproof the surface- I'm bound to spill a cup of tea on there at some point!
 
 
 
And there you have it, a Chicago flag themed desk, upcycled in no time!!
 
If any of you give this a go, share your project pictures with me, I'd love to see your creations!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Thursday, April 28, 2016

The Real Windy City



A few years ago I spent twelve months  in New Zealand, six months of which I lived in Wellington. One of the smaller capitals in the world, located in the south of the North island, this vibrant city is bursting with culture, charm and charisma but can take a little bit of adjusting to. Not only is the placement odd with water on one side and hills on the other, the wind here can easily reach 100km per hour and the atmosphere is more of a quirky town than metropolitan city.
 
 
 

Working full time and settling into a new apartment I hadn't dedicated much time to explore this lovely little city. Don't get me wrong I'd ticked off all the major attractions, visited the big museums and ridden the cable car, but living here gave me the opportunity to find what really made Wellington special.
 
I set myself a challenge; to take photos of all the things I thought represented Wellington. Instead of walking by trying to get to work or run an errand, I was going to take the time to absorb everything and understand the city’s personality a little better.
 
I hoped that taking a closer look at what the city has to offer, I would gain a greater appreciation for a place I hadn't instantly fallen in love with.
 
And so on a blue skied Sunday morning, armed with my camera I set out to capture what I felt best represented Wellington and to discover how the city had charmed so many before me.
 

I walked up and down Cuba Street on a daily basis and sometimes forgot everything it has to offer. From buskers to quirky shops and original art deco buildings it's a bustling street full of surprises. From high street chains to small owned businesses' it's a great place to shop for something unique. The abundance of cafes and restaurants are a perfect place to enjoy a coffee and people watch in the sunshine, alternatively stop by to eat in the heritage-listed building, formerly the Bank of New Zealand, for a Burger King!
 
Two of my favourite stops along Cuba were Iko Iko, for fun homewares and stationery, and Wellington Sea Market for the BEST fish and chips. You can literally spend all day here if you wanted or an enjoyable few hours at the least.
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The harbour is a natural progression from Cuba Street and the hub of Wellington. Full of locals and tourists alike there is always something to see, you may even catch the occasional mad swimmer braving the cold water! Every Sunday there’s a farmers market, Harbourside Market, with food trucks selling delicious treats and farmers flogging fresh produce. Sometimes they even have puppies from the local pet adoption to play with. The Underground market is open every Saturday displaying handmade crafts, antiques and unique gifts alongside traditional wares and fairtrade coffee. It’s held in the underground car park on the harbour and makes for a great bimble.
 
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Once you have looked around the market stalls and had a chance to grab a coffee a short walk will bring you to the famous Te Pap museum. The displays here are fantastic, learn about the Maori history, see hyge marine animals or explore war time and science.
 
 
 
 
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I spent many an hour sat in their café enjoying a cup of tea and attempting to keep my travel journal up to date and I could never bypass the gift shop, full of hand crafted wares and earthquake proof blu tac.
 
 
 
 
 
 
Wellington as a whole is a city that encourages art in every form. The harbour is littered with old, new and unusual pieces to inspire. Connecting the harbour with the city, a huge silver ball made from ferns, the national symbol, hangs suspended in the air. It seamlessly combines city and sea as it magically floats between the City Gallery, Council buildings and Library.
 
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Away from the harbour, further into the city and up one of its many hills lies the renowned cable car. Shiny and red it impressively glides (well, it sometimes struggles) up a steep hill, A gliding 119m to the top, depositing its guests at a look out at the top. There’s also a  small museum about the history of the tram that you can peruse for free. There’s a beautiful view of the entire city and harbour from here. I’d recommend staying up there to watch the sunset as the reflections from the buildings are breath-taking. The top of the hill also leads you into the botanical gardens. I love the botanical gardens and this path winds downhill through different themes; past little old buildings and the occasional graveyard, if you so choose. Great at any time of the year, as there are often events going on for you to enjoy.
 
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Wellington holds many secrets and surprises; despite the occasional gale force wind is a beautiful place to live. Its character is shy and inviting, its smile bright and wide. This small city welcomes you with open arms and I can understand why so many people have a special place in their hearts for Wellington.

 
 
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There are still many more places to explore in this city but this was a good start!
 
Keep travelling,
 
Steph
 

Wednesday, April 20, 2016

Into the Jungle


After having spent my first night in Bangkok I was slowly adjusting to the smells, noises and sticky humidity of the capital, although it was still a shock when I took my first steps outside the next morning. With my backpack on and daypack secured on the front I was soaked in sweat before I’d made it to the end of the street. But I was on my way to the train station to begin the next stage of my adventure, three months volunteering in the jungle.

I love to volunteer, I’ve done it for as long as I remember all over the world. Building huts, teaching dance, fundraising, working with the Girl Guides or just giving my time at events. I enjoy the diversity and challenge it brings as well as being able to help others. It had always been on my agenda to volunteer as I travelled, not only is it doing good but I also believe it is one of the best ways to get to truly know the country and culture, meeting genuine people along the way and getting off the tourist route. However I really dislike the programmes that cost you a fortune to give your time, so I spent a lot of time researching not for profits; companies that gave the majority of the fee to the cause and the more remote, less popular locations, to ensure I got a true sense of Thailand without paying the earth to do so.

This website- www.ivs.com is a great resource for voluntary programmes all over the world, whether you want to volunteer for a few weeks or several months I’ve found they provide a comprehensive list that are reasonably priced and include not so well heard of programmes and organisations.

So here I was on the train travelling 16 hours south to Hat Yai where I would meet with the local office before heading into the jungle to live and volunteer at Roy Wan Pan Pba, a self-sustaining, eco-friendly site with a facilities to enable activities for the village children at the weekend. Check it out here: http://www.dalaa-thailand.com/wordpress/projects/long-term/roy-wan-pan-pba-alternative-school
 
 
The train journey itself was an experience, rattling along at what seemed jogging pace, the toilets opened straight onto the tracks, hawkers (food vendors) climbed on every time we stopped to shout in Thai about their delicious food and unusual looking snacks before clambering off as the train began to move again. The seats folded out into bunk beds and the air con kept the carriage crisp and cool during the journey in first class, whilst second and third sat in rigid seats with the windows open hoping the hot humid air would circulate just a little. The Thai trains are notorious for running late as they break down several times during the journey, and true to form I pulled into my station several hours behind schedule, not that anyone seemed overly bothered.

The following day I travelled with someone from the office by minibus for several hours before getting off at a stop that appeared to be in the middle of nowhere. A wooden shelter, roadside café and nothing else, however we were obviously in the right place as we were met by my hosts Pi Ju and Pi Nong in their truck. My bags were thrown in the open back and I climbed in behind them nowhere near prepared for the bone shaking journey that was about to commence. After a further hour been bounced around on uneven metal as we navigated dirt roads and pot holes big enough to build a pool in we pulled up at a school where the team were spending the day.
 
I would be understating when I say I was thrown in at the deep end. Unable to speak any Thai, still not yet adjusted to the humidity and no pre-warning of the day’s activities I arrived at lunch time, too warm to eat, I politely nibbled at the spread whilst being introduced to the three other volunteers. I was then taken to the playground where all the school children were, on our arrival what seemed like hundreds of children swarmed around us, begging for their caps to be signed or their picture taken with us. This was nothing like I had expected my first day to be. I felt like a celebrity that had done nothing except be White and English but the kids were having the time of their lives. This went on for nearly an hour, swarmed by children, shouting, smiling, running off with their signed clothing. It was the oddest feeling. After the storm calmed we began activities with them playing games and working on their English.


By the time it came to leave I was utterly exhausted and we had another excruciating hour in the back on the truck with four other people to go. As we made our way the roads disappeared into dirt tracks, miles of jungle spread out either side with intermittent houses, some no more than a wooden shacks others made of concrete. As children spotted the truck they chased after us and waved shouting ‘pharang, pharang’ meaning white person.


By the time we arrived I was physically tired, culture shocked and exhausted from meeting so many people and spending so much time in the back of a truck. My bag was kindly carried up the steepest hill imaginable to the open sided, wooden hut where I would be spending the night. The view was amazing, forest for as far as the eye could see and I quickly put the thought of all the animals and such that would be sleeping in such close proximity to me that evening out of my mind.
 
 
Luckily I was exhausted enough that evening to fall straight asleep but it unfortunately it wouldn’t last with the likes of rats, snakes, giant spiders, huge moths and other jungle delights disturbing my nights. But that’s the fun of living in a jungle right?
 
 
Tomorrow would be an introduction into the way of living, daily tasks and further jungle adjustment. Was I scared? Absolutely. Was I out of my depth? Most definitely. Had I made the right decision? Without a doubt.
Keep travelling,

Steph

Thursday, April 14, 2016

Lets begin in Thailand.....


The beginning seems a logical place to start, and although Thailand wasn’t my first destination, it was my first solo trip and the start of my love for Asia.

Having never backpacked before I spent the months beforehand researching equipment, watching out for discounts and sales and trying on endless backpacks to find the perfect fit. The general assumption would have been that I couldn’t wait to get on that plane but in reality I was so overwhelmed. Packing everything ‘strategically’ into my pack took me hours the first time (more on my tips about that in a later blog) and even with my lack of space I was still questioning if I had everything I needed.

Geared up and feeling awfully unprepared for the adventure that lay ahead I checked in at the airport only to get stopped at security for leaving my brand new pocket knife in there. I just about turned around right there, convinced I couldn’t possibly survive Thailand if I couldn’t remember airport security basics. Triple checking I had the right gate number my journey had truly begun.

Arriving in Bangkok I must have stood out like a sore thumb, fighting to get my backpack on at the baggage claim, wearing brand new walking boots and looking lost and sleep deprived I did what any first time traveller does, I followed the people who looked exactly like me.

 
Walking out into the open I was hit by hot air, pungent smells, the sound of traffic and hundreds of people all rushing to get somewhere. I started sweating immediately, feeling the full weight of my pack and becoming more disorientated by the minute. The directions I had printed off in England had seemed more than adequate at the time but now, faced with reality, I was blatantly going to be getting lost a few times.

No amount of research can prepare you for the smells and noise that Bangkok brings, burning chestnuts, piles of limes on the side of the streets, fish being prepared for the lunch time rush and the fumes from tuk tuks, the distinctive herbal smell that seeps from the Chinese medicine shops and the constant shouting, selling and traffic rushing by. Now this is one of my favourite things about Thailand, and Asia in general, but at the time it was quite simply overwhelming.



I knew I was in the right location I just had to find the building I was staying in for the night. Remembering that I was a young, single, woman traveller I was suspicious of everyone, I tried to emanate a sense of calm and control which, paired with my white skin and huge backpack clearly wasn’t as successful as I had believed. Every person I passed asked me if I needed help, ‘did I want them to show me where to go?’, ‘would I like a ride?’ As I politely declined all offers of help for fear of an ulterior motive I was losing hope I would ever find my hotel.

Alas after several walks around the area I stumbled across my hotel hidden away amongst other buildings, restaurants and accommodations. Thailand is a tremendously cheap destination, you can stay in hostels for a couple of quid a night and nice hotels for £30. Although my overall plan was to hostel, my first night I had pre-booked a relatively nice hotel just to help me adjust to my new environment. For me this was perfect, it was exactly what I needed to help me settle and re-gain my confidence to tackle this new culture.

 


Over the next three months I would come to learn so much about Thailand, it’s language, food, culture and people- including how kind and helpful they are by nature, which would have been beneficial when I was getting lost trying to find my hotel!

 

There are so many stories to tell I can’t possibly fit them all into one blog! Do you have any favourite stories about Thailand or first time traveling anecdotes to share? I’d love to her about all your experiences.

Keep travelling,

Steph

 

Thursday, April 7, 2016

Welcome!

Hello all and welcome to my new blog!

I thought this would be a great way to introduce myself and Crafty Cryer before the launch of everything new and exciting.



Originating from England I have travelled, lived and volunteered in nearly 30 countries around the world whilst still maintaining a love for everything British. I currently reside in Chicago, a beautiful city with endless explorations, which has given me the time to turn my passion for crafting into something more than the occasional gift. Although this blog is primarily focussed on travel I hope to combine both interests right here.




Having backpacked as a single woman, road tripped for thousands of miles across the wilderness and lived in a variety of places including jungles, remote villages and cities, I would like to think this is a place that can inspire lots of different people to get out there and discover what the world has to offer.

Whether you prefer a beautiful beach, the top of a mountain or conquering a foreign country there will be something for everyone here.


 
When I'm not travelling or planning the next trip I am creating new travel themed items for my Etsy store, Crafty Cryer. Living with continuous wanderlust it's a great way for me to share my love of the world whilst being creative. I hand make everything myself in my little craft room focussing on home décor, gifts and wall art but I'm always being inspired by new ideas!






So check out the links on my page and look out for the new blog next week!

Keep travelling,

Steph xx