Blue and Yellow: Two Layouts

I love the combination of blue and yellow. Though blue is a cool color, it seems bright as a sunny day when in combination with warm yellow. The sunny, happy colors were perfect for this picture of Zae on one of the first days of Spring that was warm and dry enough to play outside. I could barely get a picture of him looking at me because he was looking at eeerrrvrything he could clap his eyes on. It's so fun to look at the world through the eyes of a child seeing the sun, clouds, and flowers for the first time. You can pretty much read the wonder on his face. 

Remember This

My dad and I went to visit my sister in Virginia only a couple of weeks before he died. This is the first and only picture of him with any of his grandkids. Only the eldest, Layne, was born by then, and he was only three months old. This was the first time he'd gotten to meet him.

I need to wrap this up because I'm thinking too much about that time, and it's wearing down my armor. So I will leave you with a couple more pictures and sign out.

I found this vintage button in my mom's button collection. Chillin' on that old infamous hippie flower.

You know it's an important page when it gets TWO of my beloved horde of Prima flowers!

Lastly, I love this little butterfly border. The self-made butterfly, however...well, not so much.

About You & Dream

Just stopping in to get some of my archive pages loaded up so I can finally get started on the newer ones. Here's a few snaps of one of my favorite subjects, my niece, Adeline. I took these photos when we went out to Virginia to stay the winter in our camper. This was in November. If this was in Minnesota, there could well be snow on the ground, and the chances of wearing a dress are pretty thin. I could pass on the hot, humid summers, but winters that didn't touch the single digits I can handle.

Of all the winters we chose to spend in Virginia, we chose the right one. Back in Minnesota, the temps plummeted to -50s. No, that's not a typo. NEGATIVE fifties. I grew up in the north. Cold temps don't really phase me, but you start getting in the double digits below zero even the most hot-blooded will start feeling their eyeballs freeze!

Mr. Wonderful

When my neurosurgeon told me the spinal surgery I had scheduled for May of 2013 would be a year to full recovery, Mr. 67 took me on a date night every Friday night to pack in as much fun as we could.

It was extremely painful, but we learned how to tango {well 8 steps anyway}, had a candlelight picnic complete with couples massages, and stopped in to Shenanigans, land of fun for kids {and adults who dispense with their maturity for a few hours}. We played laser tag with a bunch of ten year-old boys who were too polite to shoot me, dropped some quarters for ski-ball, and of course sat in the photo booth to mark the memory.

Digital Layouts

I've always been a traditional paper and scissors scrapper, but a few years ago I played around with some digital scrapbook kits. Just when I was getting my feet wet, we started living in a camper while renovating my husband's family farmhouse. I should have transferred all of my goodies onto my laptop, but alas I didn't and so instead I had to go sans-scrapbooking cold turkey.

I played enough stuff to see the appeal of the digital world. You can resize and reuse endlessly. I don't know, I might have another hobby. I don't think I could do purely digital, but I could see doing some pages and printing them into a book. What a great gift idea for family and friends.

I love sparkles and glitter, and I love combination of red, brown, and silver. This was probably my greatest success and favorite digital page. It was a ton of fun to play with interweaving layers, which you can't do {at least not easily} with tangible embellishments.

Princess Adeline

My niece, Adeline, is too easy to scrap about. Here she is as a baby, already looking like the mischievous four year-old girl she is today. Though I call this page "Princess Adeline," there is not much of the princess in her. If she's in a dress, she's wearing sneakers so she can keep up with her big brother, Layne. Nonetheless, a princess theme it is, though I kept it kiwi-fresh instead of ultra-girly.

The background of this layout is made up of four 6"x6" squares (the kind meant for the smaller brag book type pages). I ran some ribbon over the seams to enhance the cube affect, but it looked fine without covering the seams too. I curled over one edge and tore off the corner of the other. The Once Upon a Time saying was perfect for my princess theme.


Here's another kind of vintage page inspired by this childhood picture of my sister taken on the Black River when we took a canoe trip. I've talked about my sister's lovely hair before, but I don't think I mentioned that it was almost always really long. Oftentimes hitting her belt. If you can read the journaling part you will see that this was the only time she ever had short hair: after our cousin played "beautician." {I'm pretty sure mom lost at least a couple minutes off her life.} This was the fixed hair...the before didn't look anything beautician-y. {You'll be pleased to know our cousin went into respiratory therapy, not hairdressing.}

And by the way...that is NOT my hippie flower!

A Beautiful Day in the Valley

If you've read my "About" section, you know that when I was young, we lived in a valley in Minnesota and my dad faithfully hauled us to horse shows every summer weekend. This page represents both. This is the valley and my horse, Flame. 

I entered this page in the Houston County Fair a few years ago {oh yes, I love the county fair: it's like Country magazine come to life!} and won a blue ribbon. Ah, it brought me right back to my teen years in 4-H! Which was about when this picture was taken. Apparently 15-year-old me liked pea-soup green (like my tie above) and puke-yellow (like the pants in the second from last photo on this page). 

Being a Mom With Fibromyalgia

This is a topic I've wanted to write about for a long time, but I've been intimidated hesitant to write about my deepest feelings and {perceived} shortcomings. I don't want to be judged. Unless you know what it's like, you don't know what it's like. Fibromyalgia does't define who I am, but it does affect the parameters that define my life. Fibromyalgia impacts life on many levels:
  • Causes widespread, diverse pain.
  • Drains energy.
  • Interferes with concentration and cognition.
  • Leads to anxiety and depression. {probably because of the above reasons}

Adeline Marie

So, in the post about Layne's scrapbook, I promised to post my niece, Adeline's, baby girl scrapbook pages. Here's a few of them, along with a sneak peek of some of the upcoming pages I'll be posting soon. 

You can kind of tell what "era" I made these pages in. I made a whole bunch of dryer sheet flowers the first year I started scrapping. These glittery pink and purple blooms were perfect for my sweet niece.

Baby Boy Layouts: Layne David

I made this scrapbook for my nephew, Layne, who lives in Virginia. It was the first scrapbook I gave away, and honestly it was a little hard to let go. If you've ever created something, no matter what it is, that you've poured yourself into, you know what I mean. It was sort of like a kitten. I wanted to make sure it went to a good home!

My sister isn't really a crafty or artsy person. I just wasn't convinced she understood how much time and love went into its making. My mind's eye saw my two year old nephew shredding the pages in pure delight, smiling so proudly. Nonetheless, I packaged it up and sent it off. {with a small tear in my eye}

But of course, I took pictures first.

I made his book somewhere between the time I made the pages in Part Two and Part Three of my Scrapbook Pages From Under the Bed series. I added to the repertoire this time around, adding some burned-edge blooms. You will see the hippie flower pop up a time or two. {along with some more shabby torn circle flowers and dryer sheet flowers!} I had some silk flowers from another project that weren't meant for scrapping but that I used because I hadn't yet accumulated my horde.

This was the first and only page I've ever made that doesn't have a picture on it. I had a love/hate feeling for it for a while. I love the eclectic collection of letters, but it seemed like a waste not to have a picture on it. But it was a good way to introduce the book, set the color scheme, and add a bit of whimsy.

My current books are just pages inserted at random. I have scrapped pictures of my past at random, here a picture at 3, there a page featuring a random family member. Now that I have my son (read his birth story here if you'd like). I've mentioned before that journaling was a sort of neglected element to so many of my early pages. So I decided that I liked it, despite lacking a photo element. As an exception to the rule. It's a title page of sorts, I suppose. It gives the whole book its theme and gives a clear expectation: this book is all about Layne.

I took this picture of my nephew on my sister's shoulder the morning after he was born, as soon as I got to the hospital after driving 20 hours. I will always remember peering into the cradle for that first glimpse. He had this crazy amount of hair and he was just so small {though I doubt my sister was thinking that}.

A Day With Zae: 6 Months

I've been hard at work setting up shop over at Etsy, getting the blog set up as close to my liking as possible {i'm a perfectionist through and through} and taking care of Zae's demands. He isn't an especially demanding baby, but even the least demanding baby takes a lot of care and attention. He is a sweet, determined, fun little being who loves to smile and play. He loves to play with mommy, daddy, or nana, but he is content to amuse himself with his toys or a cat's tail, too.

Nonetheless, it's amazing how much time it takes to feed, change, {snuggle} change, feed, {snuggle}, bathe, change, and feed again such a tiny human being. That said, this six-month-old thing is easy peasy compared to six weeks. I know his cues now, and he knows someone will always be there to take care of him. We've found a great stride and routine that works for the entire household.  I still have a hard time believing it was half a year ago that he came into our lives. It seems like just yesterday, but at the same time life before him seems like a vague memory and the pregnancy that seemed like it crawled by now seems like it went by in a blink. {time is funny that way, isn't it? the days may seem to go by slowly, but somehow the months fly by}

Scrapbook Pages From Under My Bed: Part 3

If you've followed the release of Scrapbook Pages From Under My Bed: Part One and Part Two, you know all about the journey of the hippie flower. It will probably never completely disappear, but it becomes a little harder to spot in these pages from the beginning of my scrapbooking adventure. Speaking of adventures...there is a story behind this next page.

I can't tell you how many birthdays I've spent on the road, I suppose because my June birthday falls right in the best days of summer: prime days to roll down the windows and let the wind whip through your hair. Anyway, the year I was 19 going on 20, Mr. 67, my sister, and I headed to California to help my uncle move his girlfriend's stuff back to Minnesota. She was an Italian woman teaching on an exchange at Berkeley. She and my uncle had been friends {maybe something more?} when they were young and had reconnected later in life. We figured she would have a few treasures and not much else. I mean, how much could she have accumulated in a year? {the answer: apparently A LOT}