Seems as though my blogging skills tend to come in waves. Oh sure, I dream about blogging, but then before long it just doesn't seem fun enough to share. Well this time....HUMPH (is that a word). I don't care, cause this just makes me HAPPY, HAPPY, HAPPY! And blogging really is about making yourself happy, RIGHT!
So at my house, it seems as though I am a master at the changing of the rooms. The current room I write about has been a red bedroom for Anna when she was little. Brown when Brad moved in for an office. It's had a turq. wall, a yellow wall, and a green wall, for Anna's bedroom again. Daniel ran into the outside wall, so we had to repaint and fix the wall. I was too cheap to buy paint but I had a smidge of a minty green that I painted over the bright green. Which looked a little weird. I striped the yellow and turq with mint and.....
Then Daniel moved out, and Anna wanted to take over the basement. (which for sure left Seth very happy that the man space was being taken over by girls).
What was I to do with an empty room. Ah what the heck, why not make myself an office. I stole the table and chair out of the living room, where my little office sat for many years. (this space now currently waiting for a remake because it is empty.) (inspiration should come any day now)...and threw in a few of my crafting supplies that I like to "look" at. (hey you can collect things just cause they are cute)...and have since piled boxes of &**& ...fine things, all over the floor and shut the door. Occasionally going in, to sit at my computer.
I tend to wait things out if I don't have any design inspiration...so yes I have been waiting...
I did find this.
A piece of gift wrap, from Paper Source, that I bought just cause it kinda inspired me. And low and behold, it just so happens to go with the paint colors that were in Anna's room. Which was a good thing, because after painting the basement, I am pretty sure I won't be painting again any time soon. And since yellow is NOT my color, at least maybe I could find a way to tie it all together...
So I waited!
And then I worried, because what if I needed an extra bed...
So I waited.
Then it came to me, a cute little platform bed could maybe work in a pinch. It could be like a little low to the ground couch. Could work. (inspiration from Urban Outfitters)
And so, I waited.
And then, I finally bit the dust and ordered a cheap one from Target. (because of course I WAITED too long on the Urban Outfitters one and it sold out.)
Which just so happened to fit Anna's old bedspread.
Which just so happened to fit with my old Raffia cabinet.
Which just so happens to work with my picture shelves.
And my little medicine cabinet rescued from the "OLD" Valley house, that holds all my vintage junk.
That works with my old quilt I threw on my chair.
And then once again I waited~
Which really means, I closed the door and continued to pile junk on the floor. Why look at it when it's NOT JUST RIGHT~
But then today came...
and yes my heart skipped a beat.
And while I promise if your not into cows and scrapbook paper, this will really do absolutely nothing to you. But if you are into scrapbook paper (or at least collecting it, to look at like I do) at least you will appreciate the work of this FINE BEAUTY.
You know like Ferdinand the Bull.
Which has it's own very special meaning to me...which is a whole other blog post...
Oh and yes, if your still following me, I know I was talking about cows, and Ferdinand is a bull. And yes, I DO KNOW the difference, but I think you may just understand....
Just LOOK AT HER~
A beautiful cow adorned by flowers ( remember Ferdinand just wanted to lay around in the flowers) (see fitting name)(ok another long story).
But if you look close.
(and while it is hard to see all the raised details) You guessed it. It's as all made of scraps of paper~~ SWOON~~~~~
Which just so happens to make my heart unbelievably HAPPY.
I think just enough to finally find a lamp shade for my old lamp, add a light bulb. Pick up all the crap on the floor. Get my craft supplies looking cute. Find some curtains, and get to figuring out a way to another little project I want to get going for this room.
And to think, all it took was a cow and some scrapbook paper.
I think it may just have been worth the wait~ well if you like cows... (sure hope Anna doesn't want to move back upstairs).
Hey Lynda, can you make me a calf to go with her? (or Lovely, or any of you scrappers out there needing a project...it would make my life complete...come on PLEASE...SAY YOU WILL....
Everyone, please join us at Scrap Camp this Saturday 2:00pm - 4:00pm as we share of the love of crafting and make Truth Cards!
There is NO CHARGE. Just bring some type of adhesive, paper cutter and scissors and we'll supply the rest. If you have crafting stuff you want to use up: paper scraps, ribbon pieces, cardstock, embellishments, etc, feel free to bring some. If not, we'll have enough to share.
Please don't let the "I'm not crafty" vibe hinder a few hours of camping with us. This project just requires loving hearts, not skill. Invite your friends. We just ask that you RSVP, no later than Friday evening, by returning this email so we have a count to prepare.
What are Truth Cards??? Here's the idea:
A few months ago several Sisters friends got together as a birthday celebration where we paper-crafted for a cause. The birthday girl attended Brave Girl Camp in October and wanted to share the joy of making Truth Cards. She was gathering them to send to Amazing Grace Home in Arkansas, a home for girls who've Aged Out of foster care. There they learn life and job skills to help them get a solid start in life.
If you're not familiar with Brave Club or Truth Cards, go to www.bravegirlsclub.com and check this amazing movement started by Scrapbook designer Melody Ross. Here's an excerpt from the Brave Girls Club.
Why Truth Cards?
Sometimes it is just a few true and beautiful words that give us all of the hope that we need to keep going...
and just a FEW true words really can make all of the difference in the world...
The idea for Truth Cards came as a way to overpower the awful script that sometimes runs in our head, preventing our souls from feeling whole or healed. Truth cards are little messages of love and truth that are written directly to our souls.... telling us the TRUTH when we are believing words that are keeping us from believing the love and truth.
Truth Cards have been a pat of BGC from the beginning, and we have seen thousands of lives of women from all over the world (including ourselves!) healed in little and big ways from the powerful little truths on each card... cards that they make for themselves... cards that they make for each other.
It has long been a dream to create a way to connect with other brave girls from all over the world by doing an exchange of Truth Cards for brave girls in desperate need of reminders of there deepest truth.. so, Brave Girls... will you join us?
Your art, your little truth.... may be the VERY WORDS that keep one of your sisters going... what a difference you will make!
With this in mind, several of us crafted most of the day and into the night making Truth Cards for those we thought might need it as well as 11 sets of personalized Truth Cards (over 120) that we sent to Amazing Grace. We not only celebrated the birthday of a woman whose "Truth" it is to make the world a better place, we enjoyed the "Truth" of being with each other and connecting through crafting. Thank you, Staci.
A few weeks ago I was forwarded this thank you letter from the director.
Ohhhh my goodness!!! You Moms made such BEAUTIFUL truth cards for our girls.
We are forced to screen those types of donations before we distribute them (even though I knew they were coming!) because we just never know what we are going to get and sometimes we have to go "Whoa! This is not the message we want to send to our girls." So, as I took the truth cards from each envelope and began to read, I was overcome with emotion. It was like every single card you sent was made with each specific girl in mind and speaking directly to the current circumstances in her life. Not only that, but I was so happy to get the packet of cards with no specific name on them. We had a new girl move in today and the staff and I chose about a dozen of our favorites to hang on a bulletin board in her room before she got here. My favorites were "Dear Phenomenal Girl" and "Dear Incredible Girl". Just the POWER in those descriptions of her are amazing. Also "This is the beginning of anything you want." really stood out to me. It's just so cool to know those powerful statements from across the county will be singing over this girl as she sleeps tonight.
Again, just thank you so much for letting the Lord lead you to do this.
How's THAT for a great birthday celebration!!!??? Now, we have found a shelter for women and girls who've been rescued from Human Trafficking. Please help us bring light to their tragic circumstances.
When people you love pass, you often look for gifts~ gifts that come in many forms, we each have our own secrets~ things that take us to a time or place, or maybe just a sense of comfort. I have a friend that looks for butterflies. And truth be told, each time I see one, I think of her and her loss. A neighbor whose recently loss, her gift comes in beautiful flowers from a flowering plant.
My gifts come in different ways, this time of year it is the calves running around in the sunlight. One of Dad's most favorite times of the year. And his little sayings of life with cattle, that come to us often this time of year as we try to save each little baby that hits the ground.
But for me it usually comes in one form...and last summer it came to me from out of nowhere.
Anna and I headed to Arizona, with a stop in Vegas for a little girl time, where we walked into Urban Outfitters. And there it was, my gift...setting on a little table, in my color, just begging me to travel down memory lane. While I find it hard at times to splurge, I just couldn't say no. Not to this...
It brought too many memories flooding back...In the valley, it was the eight track player, but in the winter in Idaho, it was the old record player, where I would plug in the ole' earphones and sing my heart out. Or together with Mom and Dad, we would listen to all the great music, dance around the living room.
It just felt so good... I stood there just thinking of all the old records boxed up from the house in Idaho that has made it's way to Billings. It was something neither Lynda and I could ever part with~ it was just too much a part of our lives.
I imagined my happiness each morning as I would get dressed. I could out play Anna and her morning music with my records. Mornings would just be.... well a daily trip down memory lane. I couldn't wait! I payed, and left with a smile.
But then I got home, and I started searching for the records. EVERYWHERE! EVERYWHERE, that they could even remotely be; closets, garage, attic, old shed. Over and over again...honestly nearly in tears cause they were nowhere to be found. I searched at Lyndas, closets, garage, storage shed...no such luck. The vision that somehow they may have gotten thrown as we had gone through the final junk from the attic in Idaho played in my mind...but I really knew better...so I just waited...hoping for that moment when the thing that you know you have, just suddenly appears...
The sweet little record player got stashed and I waited...
And then it was Christmas morning, after all the gifts were open and we got ready for Jess, Lyn, and Keni to head to Big Timber, that in it came...
The only thing I really had wanted for Christmas...full of dust, a bit of mouse shit, and a life time full of memories, all in one box.
Who needed Christmas dinner...I was much more interested in digging...It wasn't long before Brad ran up to his folks attic and grabbed their set of oldies... a few old Christmas ones filled the house for the day.
And later in the week...I carefully cleaned off all the covers and re-boxed...each record filled with a different memory and as the viynal played, even with each little scratch...I was in heaven.
Dad's black girls
The Tina concert book and record from when Dad, Mom, Lyn and I went to her concert (on of the best of all times).
classic Fleetwood, Neil Diamond, The Carpenters, Barry, Abba, Madonna, Anita Baker, all the seventies mix, a little rock and roll eighties all just waiting for the mood.
Music is my gift...and I have to be honest...there are days when I really need the gift...I flip and flip, and wait and listen, and the song just isn't there...the gift just doesn't come... But then there are those days driving to work, when there it is...just waiting to be turned loud, sung with heart...
And while I am somewhat surprised to say my gift doesn't seem to fit into my morning routine as planned, but rather it has just waited...for times when the house is quiet and I can secretly indulge with out need of explanation.
And maybe it is just my need to hear the music, a little fun for the day, loud and proud...or maybe it is just the need to find that one song...
just for a quiet gift...
Join us for our Spring Scrap Camp
Friday, April 1 - Sunday, April 3
We are BEYOND excited for the next camp.
We now have CEMENT
Here's the scoop -
Or join us Friday, April 1 - 9:00 until we kick our boots off on Sunday, April 3as we have a weekend of fun, home-cooked food (some healthy, some not), old friends, new friends, laughter, more fun and food, classes, give-aways, uninterrupted scrapbooking, and absolutely no responsibilities. Dedicated to spoiling every scrapper with an atmosphere of creativity, relaxation, and a whole lot of fun, we'll be camping at the Swift River Ranch outside of Billings.
Scrap Camp offers you 3 days and 2 nights of unlimited scrapbooking. Spend time with your friends, and learn new scrapbooking techniques- all according to your schedule. We guarantee you will have fun "Sisters Style".
Your $150 fee includes Friday dinner, Saturday lunch, Saturday dinner, Sunday Continental breakfast, and all the snacks and beverages you can consume. You get plenty of space, a creative atmosphere and much, much more. The barn is available Friday morning at 8:30 for you to scrap at your leisure. Keep going until Sunday at 4:00. Your registration also entitles you to 10% off your shopping at Sisters. (We have LOTS of new CHA releases coming just for camp.) You can't beat that.
Your space is not reserved until PAYMENT IS MADE IN FULL. Reserve your space early as seating is limited. Half of the $150 fee must be paid at the time of sign up. (Remaining payment to be paid by Monday, March 21 to reserve your space.) Cancellations must be made by 5:00 pm Friday, March 25 or your fee will be forfeited. You may register by calling or texting Lynda at (406) 671-0161 with a credit card, by email - email@example.com, or simply reply to this email. We'll get you a mailing address should you prefer to mail us a check.
For more information or to secure your space, please call (406) 671-0161 or email us at firstname.lastname@example.org
We hope to see you there!!!
If scrapping is what brings all our friends back together, let the paper flow....we love you girls for your continued support,love, and never ending friendships that have been brought together by this wonderful craft we call scrapping...
Thank you Stephanie Wetmore and Lovely Cutler for the pictures.