Kissy Faces

I pretty much stink at the kissy face, as you can likely tell from the photo. I'm the one who looks like I've got a chunk of lemon topped with a sardine in my mouth. In my defense, however, this was another of those days when Hillary and I used our Scrapbooker's Card to go hog wild taking photos that we knew we'd want to scrapbook and I might have been pictured out. We took "playing outside in the snowstorm" pictures, she took sweet photos of her dad and I, and then the two of us posed together. I even have pictures of my CATS and hot cocoa, that's how many pictures we took. We tried to take some pictures of the monster who lives under my bed, but he was feeling uncooperative that day, which is probably a good thing. Not very photogenic. On the other hand, doing this layout four years later brought back all the nice memories of the day and how much fun we had and that's really something that I love about scrapbooking--the remembrance of days past that I get while working on it and now each time that I look at the layout. I used the My Mind's Eye Valentine collection pretty much exclusively, though I added a doily, a flower and a Martha Stewart lace butterfly.

Uncle Matt

I'm not sure why the lace is looking like that in the photo. It's absolutely perfectly straight in real life. I think, perhaps, that a gremlin has wormed his way into my camera lense to play jokes on me. But the jokes on him. There's peanut butter in there and now he's trapped forever. Cue diabolical laugh. I suppose that I could do the non-lazy thing and retake the photo. That is definitely an option. But then, I'd have not only wasted the time that I took to do it originally, but also the time that I took to upload it and then to crop it. Not to mention the time that it's taken me since then to start to write this blog post and to add the peanut butter into the battery section of my camera. Writing blogs is HARD, don't let anyone fool you. And there's things like weird lace on a photo always lurking in the background to mess with your mind. They don't tell you these things when you're just starting out and everything is peaches and cream and yogurt. Well, even though the photo is more or less ruined by the whole lace thing, I'll let you know that this is my grandmother's brother, Matt. If you're wondering, Kuula is a Finnish name. He was originally Matti, but "Americanized" it as a lot of immigrants did back then. My family is full of strange Finnish names--Toini, Onni, Reino, Aili, and I actually have a cousin named Urpo. I think he's the lost Marx Brother. I used a mixture of products on this page, including My Mind's Eye, Stella and Rose, Echo Park For the Record and of course, my beloved Ric Rac. Hope everyone has a splendid weekend!