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}
China Beach, San Francisco
We get there, to a small apartment in sunny Walnut Creek, furnished with secondhand furniture from local sales and her friends at a local church. There's the standard couch, table and chairs, queen-size bed...two dressers, two nightstands, mirrors. There's a shelf packed with books. There's a fully-stocked kitchen with every implement you can think of. Then there were these enormous suitcases, five of them. And she planned on taking it all. In the bed of an F-150. I still privately call her Mary Poppins to Mr. 67, giggling {not in a mean way!} at how we could possibly have gotten all of that stuff into his truck without having a magic compartment like Nanny Poppins.

In the end, Mr. 67 convinced her to get a U-haul. Mr. 67 and I drove forty-something hours on back roads from San Francisco to eastern Minnesota. On our way, we stopped at 1880 Town {i'm a sucker for period recreations} to see "Buck." He was the horse that played Cisco in Dances With Wolves {I asked for this movie for Christmas when I was in second grade and it's still one of my favorites}

They broke up {amicably--Italy and Minnesota are kinda far apart} and all the stuff she had a hard time parting with is still sitting in my uncle's house {over ten years later}.

Story aside, I used one of my treasured Prima blooms, the ol' hippie flower, and a dryer sheet flower that I made using this tutorial from Gabrielle Pollacco. She was one of the first designers who I was addicted to following. A must{stalk} site if you like looking at layouts {and you probably do if you're checking out this post!}



This is one of Mr. 67's favorite pictures that he's taken. If you look closely, you can see he caught the little flower midair. I used some more of those dryer sheet flowers here, making the one a lot thicker than the last one. The stem is made from a section of square crystals from a border. {apparently I also went crazy with the stickles}



I love this picture of me and my grandpa at a cousin's wedding. Hippie flower makes me happy on this page. Maybe it's the colors...they just make me smile. Perfect for a page with my Grandpa 67. He was the sweetest man. He played pro baseball when he was young, and he had these giant hands that were so gentle. He loved the babies, especially, and they loved his gentle soul. He died of leukemia in 1998. I treasure these pages for invoking those memories and emotions, and bringing him to mind even though it's been 18 years.




This page is from when I went to the state horse show when I was a junior. I made this page at a scrapbook "party" with a friend of mine. She hosted these get-togethers at her church every month or two where we would all bring our stuff and trade ideas and techniques. I like how the hippie flowers look like denim in this layout. The patterned paper reminds me of bandanas {think outlaws!}, and the twine adds a rustic touch.



This beautiful picture of my mom watering plants while she was pregnant with me is so pretty and feminine, I had to go with pretty pinks and sunny yellows. The flowers are super-distressed, which to me makes it kind of shabby-chic. This page makes me happy--like the joy of being pregnant. I wanted that joy to shine through.



One summer evening, I wove this flower garland and laid down in the meadow by the brook to wait for the Good Folk to emerge from the woods. If ever a page deserved a hippie flower, this one does...and it's probably the only one without it. {isn't it ironic, don't you think? kind of like rain on your wedding day...wait, how is that ironic?}



One thing I've realized as I've progressed in my scrapping endeavors is that you can't let the moments slip by without capturing them. When I was really young, my mom picked bittersweet along the Mississippi river every fall. She picked off the leaves, bundled it, and rolled it into newspaper to sell to local apple stands in the fall, just in time for the annual Applefest in September. We used to help her pick off in the crisp autumn nights, the intense scent of greenness permeating the air.

A few years ago I picked some for personal use. We cleaned the leaves together and made it into bundles like we used to do. The smell of the leaves is still vivid in my memory. I got this pic of her during that time, and I'm so glad I did, because it was such a part of who she is. 



This sweet snap of my brother-in-law and his son, Layne, is one of my favorites of the two of them. I believe it was the first time Layne had seen snow {it's not unheard of in Virginia by any means, but compared to here in Minnesota it's rare}. I just had to play with all my new punches! I had made enough pages by this time that I figured investing in something I would have for potentially the rest of my life was worth spending money on.

I think that's all the pages from under my bed...next I'll be sharing the pages from the books I made for my Layne and his little sister, my niece, Adeline.

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