One of my few "goals" for 2012 os GET ORGANIZED and REDUCE because frankly- I'm tired of my scrambled self.
I cleared out all the scrap stuff from the kitchen table so we can now sit and actually eat as a family again. Dave made me 2 shelves so I can put away major pieces of equipment (and my mountain of Thickers) while I use the now former architecture table to scrap. Pix to come later.
Like they say here in Brooklyn- It was BANANAS, YO!
I worried Lola would get hurt by a falling "Whale of a punch" or slip on a wayward piece of Sassafras Lass paper.
So my SECOND goal for 2012 is 30 dollars a month for scrap shiz. That's it.
It will be AWFUL.
I will do a lot of complaining and feeling sorry for my broke assed self.
DO NOT ENABLE ME!
DO NOT tell me "Oh it's ok to treat yourself Michelle."
I have already treated myself to 10 years worth of paper goods and wouldn't you know? It looks just like garbage when piled up or shoved hastily into boxes.
Rainbow glitter garbage.
And then I make things worst by producing things like this:
True Xoxo challenge.
The theme is ONE. One ribbon, one title, one photo- a few DT members took it further and made pieces with one color or one manufacturer. It's a GREAT challenge- can you scrap "simple" beautifully?
I wanted to but my lack of organization killed it.
Actually this page took a LOT of effort. I got a stress headache from my frustration.
I was SCRAP BLOCKED.
Seriously! I FINALLY understand the concept of Chi and why people paint their doors red and refuse to store things under their beds. I felt my energy, my power, my scrappiness (???) flowing elsewhere-
Ahh you say- "A psychotic break..."
No one was hurt in the making of process other than that Xoxo page. YIKES!
A wise person once said... (I am paraphrasing here as I can't remember the actual words):
I believe they were talking about important things like prejudice or grudges but I took it to concrete heart and threw out so much crap I scared The Hubs who's now REFUSED to participate further.
He's lived with me for 13 years- he recognizes the mad glint in my eye.
More importantly, he knows I'm coming for his 80's music collection!
"Let the music play?" HELL NO! Shut it, sister!
What's in the Salvation Army bag?
Baby blankets, clothes from when The Lolster was 6 months old! It's OUTTA HEAH!!!
Dusty bicycle parts, bank "swag" water bottles, empty photo albums! GONE!
Summer clothes in size 8! Summer clothes in size 10!
Summer clothes PERIOD!!! PARA AFUERA baby!
AAAAhahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaaa! cackle cackle. WHOOOOOOOO!
GRATUITOUS CUTE BABY SHOT!!!!!
Tip for reusing those 3D cinema glasses you "forgot" were in your pocket:
So I found myself searching online for 2012 winter CHA sneaks. I already have a list 20 items long.
See? SEEEEE? PROBLEMS (multiple!!)!