These were made with the Scrapdango June Sugar kit. I really liked this paper. It was perfect for the fun summer layout of my DD playing in the rain.
My youngest is in the Children's Choir at church and sang 2 songs on Easter morning. One of them was "Celebrate Jesus" and these wonderful and colorful papers helped me make a layout which did that.
One of my daughter's friends attends church with us and has become like another child. She graduated from high school this week. She has always admired my scrapping things so I made her a little mini album to fill in with her high school memories. I used this tutorial: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QRSdd-P8AZ4
In the album, I wrote a note to her and had my daughter write a note as well. I also included a gift card to one of her favorite stores.
I challenged myself this month. I love the look of circles, but I find it a challenge to use them and make them look good. I tried it this month with the sketch.
Here is the result:
The journaling says: Ace's little pink fuzzy paws are very sensative. She will kick if I touch them. If I do not stop, she will move them out of reach. If I reach for her again, she may try to bite. I know I shouldn't tease her, but it is so much fun.
I am not easy to classify.
Do you have that one sock (and somehow it is always just one) that never seems to match? If you put it next a black sock, it looks blue. If you put it next to a blue sock it looks black. I am that sock.
There are friends of mine out there who at least look "normal". I am definitely not one of them. I look pretty strange indeed when compared with business types with their cars, televisions and credit cards (none of which I have).
On the other hand there are my theatrical type of friends. They are performers, corset salesmen and sword makers. I love all of them dearly, but when compared to them, I look painfully "normal" myself,
At this point, I have given up trying to fit in. I am just going to continue my life looking strange to some and normal to others and most important continue to march to the beat of my own bagpipe.