A New (Old) Hobby
Nothing I’ve ever bought in a store gave me the sense of satisfaction and the feeling of joy I get when I pull on something I sewed for myself – something I created with my own two hands, that I designed to fit my curves properly.
Nothing I’ve ever bought in a store gave me the sense of satisfaction and the feeling of joy I get when I pull on something I sewed for myself – something I created with my own two hands, that I designed to fit my curves properly.
I had no idea my husband, Jim, was photographing my niece and me in this moment. I'm so grateful he did.
There’s something about cancer that makes you drop the word "someday" from your vocabulary. Cancer reminds you there’s no guarantee you’ll get "someday". So screw someday. Let’s make it today.
It takes an investment of time and effort to set up an organization system but once it's done, if you do the work to maintain it, it pays off in huge dividends by the time you save (and the frustration you avoid!) Here's how I find what I need and use what I have.
I'll go into step-by-step detail of how I take a ZIP file of new supplies and bring them into my Digital Element Library.
Within the past several months, I’ve hit a total state of Creative Nirvana where I can see what I have, find what I need, and use it all when and how I want.
I recognize there are many things I do with and for my dogs that are patently ridiculous. But some of what seems ridiculous at first glance is driven by necessity; if nothing else, a necessity for my own mental health.
I think this is pretty much every scrapbooker’s nightmare. And I did it to myself.
My last post was in August of last year. Seven months. Sheesh. But every time I sat down at the keyboard, I found myself struggling with where to begin.
Let’s get to know each other a little better, shall we?
Certain phrases work their way into our family vernacular and, over time, I forget where they originated...
I blogged regularly from 2006-2010. Then, as my health began to unravel, faster and faster, like a ball of yarn rolling down a staircase, my posts stopped.