I was so so excited when my housemate brought home a tin of sweet condensed COCONUT milk...yep...you read that correctly...coconut! My Make It, Bake It, Fake It dreams have been realised. Finally so many simple recipes that I use to make in my pre dairy free and gluten free lifestyle could be brought to life! Slightly more expensive than I would have spent on coconut milk...but easier than attempting to make it myself.

I've spent the week in a ton of pain...crazy fibromyalgia causing havoc! So, have been trying to keep myself occupied and hoping I can pretend to ignore the pain...not having much luck...but baking is a good stress reliever for me...and this was within the realms of energy usage this week.

This recipe use to be one of my favourite whip up treats...and now I can bring you the paleo version.

Paleo Magic Mix Bars

You Need

• 3 cups mix of nuts (any), coconut, dark chocolate, seeds, oats (non-paleo)... I used almonds, dark chocolate, cashews, flaked coconut and sunflower seeds.

• 1 tin of sweet condensed coconut milk

Condensed Coconut Milk

Dry Nut and Seed mix

 What to do

1. Preheat oven to 180°C.
2. Roughly chop nuts/coconut/chocolate and seeds.
3. Mix in milk slowly. 
4. Keep pouring until the mixture has been moistened but is not wet.
5. Stir well.
6. Press mix into a brownie pan lined with baking paper.
7. Bake in the oven for approx 20 minutes until golden.
8. Allow to cool in pan. Slice into bars or squares.

Paleo Magic Mix Bars

It was a good friends birthday recently. Not just any birthday...the big 3-0, which she managed to celebrate in a very unique way...but that is her story for another day. Anyway, I had been racking my brain for awhile for what to get that was different, special and would work in her newly renovated home. I spotted some Pins awhile back that were for multicoloured napkins and just knew a set of these in orange would be perfect to compliment her beautiful new dining area.

This was also going to be my first attempt at using my overlocker...thankfully, I have a lovely mother who helped me out try and make sense of tensions!! My early attempts, well, there were a lot of early attempts!!

Then the other drama was sourcing the fabric and the cotton. When I stopped in at the local spotlight to source some fabric it was mayhem, more so than normal. Turns out they were relocating, but it didn't help the fact that the shelves were half empty and the place was a mess. I couldn't find a cotton/linen that I liked at a price that worked for me...then I discovered the curtains on sale. Problem solved! One curtain, which I think was about 140x220cm made a set of 8, with 2 additional ones I had stuffed up, and maybe 2 more to spare. 

Now then the cotton, I was sure I wasn't going to be able to find orange overlocking cotton, and after there being a total of 2 reels of orange in the whole of Spotlight I gave up and tried the local Craft Depot. It took me a while to decide on which cotton or polyester reels to get, I had finally decided on what I thought would do, took them to the counter and discovered a whole range of overlocker thread in its own section...including (with some rummaging) 4 reels of orange. WIN!!!

D.I.Y Edged Napkins

You Need:

-3 Spools of thread in colour of choice
-Enough linen/heavy cotton/fabric to make the desired number.
-Overlocker

DIY Napkin Supplies

What to do:

1. I measured and cut my fabric to 45cm squares. 
2. Overlocked in orange doing a tight/rolled hem along each side.
3. Trimmed the ends.

DIY Napkin Process

Next job...find some teal thread...I want a set for me!!!

Note: Spend some time fiddling around to get the right tensions on your machine that work best for your fabric. Mine ended up being quite a bit different to the machine's manual.

I received a disability parking permit this week...yet, I am currently too scared to use it.

Too scared to face the condemning looks as I step out of the car and walk without visible impairment into the shops. 

Too scared to hear the words, 'But you are not disabled!' shouted across the parking lot. 

Too scared to return to my car to see an angry note shoved on the windshield, 'Leave the spots for someone who actually needs them.'

The many stories making the news this week of others facing the same issue are most definitely not helping me feel any more confident about accessing these parking spaces.

See I have an invisible illness. A chronic illness that it is not apparent by looking at me, the 30-something, well presented woman standing in front of you. Yet, I have a very real, very debilitating and crippling disease. You could walk past me and not have a clue to what is going on inside my body, I look no different to the person next to me. However, I have a body where breathing is exhausting and the pain is constant. A body that doesn’t allow me to leave the house or my bed on a regular basis. There is nothing imaginary about my illness. Three years of debilitating symptoms are proof of this. It may be invisible, yet it is very real.

One of the different requirements of the permit I received is that you are detrimentally affected physically by walking 100 metres.

100 metres.

I am ashamed and embarrassed that my life has been so hugely affected by 100 metres. Three years ago I was training for a half marathon. These days 100 metres is torture, and has day long repercussions. 

100 metres.

If I do make it out of the house, I am the woman praying fervently for a parking spot as I do laps around the car park. 'Please God, let there be a close spot today. I don't have the energy or the pain levels to have to walk from the back of the parking lot.' I am the woman who had long outsourced my supermarket shopping. I am the woman whose last attempt to try clothes on in Target left me in bed for a week...and I didn't even walk away with a new dress! I am the woman attempting to attend 3 to 4 appointments a week to manage my disease. I am the woman whose only achievement in a day is making it to that appointment.

Take for example my physiotherapy appointments. These are located one suburb over...a five minute maximum drive. Yet the parking situation is so atrocious in this suburb that I need to leave 20 minutes before the appointment, take 5 minutes to get there, spend 10 minutes driving laps around the multiple carparks trying to find any parking spot, and when I do find a spot make sure I have 5 minutes to walk over 400 metres to the clinic. Then I have a 30 minute appointment that requires both physical and cognitive energy, and then I need to make the walk back to the car. The toll that this takes on my body leaves me in bed for the rest of the day. If I was able to access one of the disabled parking spaces closer to the clinic, this might mean I have enough energy to make and eat my lunch when I get home, or not max out my pain medications for the day.

Then I wonder about the other benefits of accessing these parking spaces. Maybe I could make it to the pharmacy to pick up my medication without it being my only outing of the day, and leaving me doubled over in pain? Maybe I might be able to make it to the beach, or the movies, or out for dinner, and actually be able to enjoy being out of the house, instead of worrying about how far away I am going to need to park and how much of my limited energy it might use? Maybe I will be able to reclaim some of my independence, not needing to rely on someone else to drive me just so they can drop me at the door? Maybe it might be okay?

Yet, why am I so scared?

Is there such large scale abuse of these parking spaces from those who do not meet the requirements to park there? 

Is there that much of a misunderstanding of disability and illness?

Is there a culture of mistrust of medical and government organisations that make the decisions to approve these permits? 

Why then do people receive such abuse for parking in a space that they have both medical and governmental approval to park in?

What does this say about our tolerance, our compassion, our understanding of others?

I would honestly give anything to not need to park in one of these spots. 

I hope and pray that as I begin to use my permit there will be enough compassion, grace and understanding for me to be able to access that 100 metres that my body will allow. I live with enough personal shame and embarrassment about how my body has left me, I hope I won’t have more of it inflicted on me by others.

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I have been feeling so so so under the weather the past week or two...so not much is happening on any front. However, I finally set up a Facebook page...and so that was at least some progress.

This week I have also been joining in on the #7vignettes being run over on Instagram by @domayne_australia and @interiorsaddict. I am slowly and surely trying to work on my photography skills using my mum's camera...so much better than the iphone pictures I have been attempting to use in the past. Check out the Facebook page and Instagram for this week's images.