I love creating scrapbooks & crafting. It's a beautiful way to gift others as well as yourself. My sister calls it "soulful giving".
Just being unconventional. Uh, simply lazy is more like it.
I think one of the best ways to scrap, is to scrap while on vacation of the current vacation. Then you are mostly done. . .journal scrapping.
Doodling power!
Mish mash, critical of this layout (may have to redo).
I added a summer drink to take place of ice tea. . .I needed a treat to accompany all the baseball games and practices I am involved in.
The Word on a layout. Little ornaments hanging in the corner, sketching, doodling. Featuring one of my own mermaid stamps.
Sewing pukas on a page! Must do again! I have about ten more pages to share. Trying to find my groove, been a couple of years absent from the table. We'll see, the Scrappy Room is still not quite finished.
The Five Wrap delight, L-R: Lacette's multi colored wrap for Sarah, Copper bling (originally my first that I had to restring) and a cobalt blue to wear with denim. Easy to craft & it rocks while wearing!
Sarah has been creating jewelry for sometime now. I pulled out this pearl necklace from Sarah's stash, girls gotta have pearls!
I broke this necklace in on Saturday for the Sade concert. Camay found these pukas off of Kauai's shores this summer. One talented wahine that Camay, it's dainty & what I love the most, a touch of something from nature.
He always wanted to sleep near me, and I loved resting my head into him sideways. Now I feel the empty space in my heart & when I see his favorite spots. . . the bittersweet memories are stirred.
Been too sad to write of losing Suki this past June on a warm night this summer. He wasn't at the backdoor waiting for me as he usually did if he got out the door. I didn't check for Suki for whatever reason to be sure he was in for the night. And we all know the coyotes are looking for prey. Sarah said Suki was our Ninja Cat, he lived by the sword & passed on in the animal kingdom. He had a specialty, fresh Lizard or fresh birds. My front door was always a scene of grossness, it was constantly being used for the ugly deed. I loved this boy from the minute he came home and even now without him about.
Gifts for Camay. . .pull out the supplies, shuffle the endless stash of shells, search for the perfect piece & play with angles & glue, let thoughts just wander aimlessly. . .it's a way of resting! Scratch one more item from the To Do List.
