Showing posts with label Stash. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Stash. Show all posts

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Little Sweetie

I just want to clarify one thing--no animals were hurt in the production of this scrapbook page. Except for her pride, of course. These photos are of my little chiweenie, Keigan, last Valentine's Day. I was searching for some way to photograph her that would be cute and original, and instead I came up with this. I cut a little X into a cardstock Valentine and pushed her head through. You could see the delight in her face at being my canine Valentine. The look of adoration in her eyes, however, is for the biscuit I was holding in my hand. She's ALL about the biscuits. I think she'd wear an "I Love Cats and I'm Not Afraid to Show It" T-shirt for a biscuit. Before I got a dog, I chuckled at people who dressed their dogs up in costumes and told myself, "I'll never be one of THEM." And when I did, people looked at me and pointed because I was talking to myself. But then I got Keigan and one thing led to another and now she has a closet full of clothes and matching accessories. Not really, but it makes a better story. She DOES, however, have a Christmas dress, and has been a pumpkin, a cheerleader and a witch for Halloween. I'm still trying to work out how to get her into a low cut black silk dress with pumps, though. Maybe I'll have that worked out by the time prom rolls around. She's sort of hoping to be invited by the Schnauzer across the street. But back to the layout at hand--this is all REALLY old stuff I used in here. I mean, there's KI Memories paper in here! I'm planning on using lots of stuff from my stash in the near future. World look out--here comes my STASH.

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

WOYWW, or Holy Crap...what a mess...

This is my first time attempting "What's On Your Workdesk Wednesday", so please be gentle. And I know it's pretty bad but I'd actually taken off a good chunk of what's on there yesterday afternoon. Now I have the remnants of the aftermath of a 12 hour crop on Saturday which I haven't unpacked from and one of the 75,000 different organizing projects I'm working on. It seems like I just get things organized and I suddenly come up with something new that I tell myself will revolutionize how I'm going to do things, but instead just takes weeks of me plodding through my stuff, admiring it and finding something new to do with it. But on the other hand, I am a bit weird in that I LIKE organizing certain things. Not the important things like my kitchen cabinets or my sock drawers, but certain things that I own and love, I can classify and organize and just spend hours on it. Then I'll finish a project like that and say that I'm NEVER GOING TO DO THAT AGAIN. And I don't. Until the next time that I do. Anyway, here's my "workdesk." I just noticed that there's a fall decoration up at the top. I MEANT for that to be there, so I can keep the spirit of Autumn in my heart each and every day. My scrap "room" is actually a pantry. We live in an older style house and the minute I saw it, I knew that's what I wanted to do with it. To the back, I have tons of built in shelves and then this huge...well...counter, I guess you'd call it. It's tough to put a chair there to work, but I don't mind standing by it. A lot of times, since I work at home, I'll have a layout out there and will walk past and just do something on it, then move along on my merry way, probably whistling a merry tune. I keep all my brads, buttons, punches and basic tools up here so I have easy access to them. You can tell I've been easily accessing stuff because the drawers are all artfully askew. This counter also has built in drawers and things like that so I can fit a lot of stuff. And, in case you were wondering (and how could you not?)--I have A LOT of stuff. I sometimes think that I could take all my paper, go out in the backyard and build a small fortress. From this fortress I could then survey all the land and if anyone dared get too close to my Crate Paper or Echo Park stash, I'd use my Cricut spatula to hurl brads at them. Those little spikes could really do some damage, and would teach those coveting my Stickles that they'd need to just move on. I probably won't do that, but it's nice to dream.