Only 43 days to go – and Gatehouse really needs your help! 

We have stalled at 37% of our overall target of $5,500, which is the budget to purchase 15 small business & sewing kits for women exiting street sex work.


As a mid campaign incentive Greeves St. will give a St Kilda Souvenir Cushion – hand screen printed, patch-worked with up-cycled denim and filled with down – to the next person who donates over $250 to the ​campaign.
Please go to the following link to discover the full range of great incentives you will receive when you donate to the Greeves St. Project, which empowers and teaches important skills to marginalised women.

https://letsact.com.au/projects/the-greeves-st-project/

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So Excited – Have Just Been Tinkering With Big Cartel For Work

I have been working on developing an on line shop for my work at St Kilda Gatehouse. You are invited… Just click on the picture below:

Big Cartel

 

So Judge Me #5: Why do I Blog?

This month has been quite, quite strange, yeah? First, my computer, who we shall call Best Friend, died. Messages about a fatal hard disk issue had popped up for some time and, luckily, I heeded the warnings and copied all my photos and documents before Best Friend passed away.

It is also a month leading up to anniversaries. Around this time last year, we had two of our clients tragically die. Both were bigger than life personalities, who we would see every single day and who considered our drop in center home. I think because they passed so quickly to each other – within three weeks – I have had a lot of trouble processing the grief. I still see them everywhere, reflected in strangers. Or the memory of them in the places they always frequented. I hadn’t factored on the high risk of people dying when I started working at the center, but of course it was always possibly going to happen. The women we work with often get assaulted and live shunned and unprotected, on the edge of society. They are extremely vulnerable.

Then I got a little sick. I contracted Pityriasis Rosea. It was itchy but not dangerous or highly contagious.

But then, a friend asked me, “Why do you blog?” and, for the life of me, I couldn’t come up with an answer. Is it some strange need to be heard? Do I believe I have ideas or experiences the world needs to share? Is it merely journalling? If so, why journal publicly and not share my most intimate experiences or beliefs? It began to do my head in and I am not sure I have worked it out. But, I think blogging has something to do with having a creative outlet. Hmmm. Not sure! Please let me know why we blog, fellow bloggers.

Anyway, I find I can’t stop. I love to blog and will probably continue until I have nothing more to say.

Blessings and peace.