Pancakes and {Boysenberry} Syrup

This layout features two of my favorite things in the world: my son and my cat {and pancakes}

I lost Sweet Woolly at the end of August, so of course I had to scrap this photo of them together. When I found this saying, "We Go Together Like Pancakes and Syrup," I knew I had to use it, because I am one of those weird people that gives their cats really strange nicknames {my first cat, Tigger, was Pielington}. Woolly was the only male out of our five cats {at the time}, so he was my boy...senberry. Yes, I called my poor cat Boysenberry. {He loved it}

And, you pink, cameos, and lace...perfect for the boys. {I think it is physically impossible for me to not use pink} I even sprayed the paper with glimmer mist, just to give it a little added shine, because if you're already going pink, you might as well go all the way}

My mommacita {mom has a nickname too, though it varies..sometimes she is Marmie--have you seen Little Women?--and when we really want to freak people out, we call her Mommy Dearest-- "No wire hangers!"} made these little loomed flowers. The little beige flowers came from Michael's, and I loved the handwriting and music prints, and how they are simple and kind of rustic. I happened to have some music paper (below) which went great with the little music print flower. Like I planned it or something, as my mum would say.

I used a bit of burlap I had leftover from wrapping a kit. I snipped off the sewn sides to leave the fibers loose (secure it well if you do this, because the burlap comes apart really easy without the sewn sides). 

I border-punched and inked the bottom of what might be my favorite Basic Grey paper ever...I just adored the green color and pattern. I finally had a good reason to use it on this special page of my babies. 

So, you know I hate waste {you've been reading every blog post, right?!}, and I'm looking at these  strips I just cut off the burlap thinking "I can't throw this away. It's not recyclable! I have to use it somehow or I'll never be able to sleep tonight!" {imagine how kung-fu I go when I see a tin can in the garbage...oh you don't want to be the one who did that, ahem, Mr. 67} It turned out I had just enough to make a little frame around the picture. Score! 

These hearts were fussy cut {haha, I typed fuzzy cut...guess I had Woolly fuzz on the brain} from "Kissing Booth" Basic Grey paper {the back was just as pretty!} and punched with my double-hole punch, which is invaluable for hand stitching and for threading with string, like this. I just love the prints...I am nutty for those polka dots, and those stripes are so adorable. Oh, and I didn't have to use anything special for the string, just a loose fiber that came out of the burlap. I used the same thing for the buttons, so I saved those two threads from the trash too. It gives me a little thrill to save something from the trash. It's the little things in life, right?

Last but not least, I snipped and folded back the green paper to reveal the gorgeous B-side, then messy stitched zig-zags and inked some stripes. I used these cute little Paper Studio mini-blooms on the flourish, inspired by Ezra Pound's "In a Station of the Metro."

"The apparition of these faces in the crowd;  
Petals on a wet, black bough."

Such stunning imagery from only 14 words! I wish I had that kind of talent. I've heard it said that writing a short story is harder than writing a long form, because it is harder to accommodate a story, a plot, and a character arc in less words. In fact, a common mistake new writers make is too many words. I can tell you from my own experience, it is painful to cut out words you so lovingly crafted, but you can't fall in love with your own writing. You have to be brutal and rip out those words like you're ripping out a little piece of your heart. It must be ten times harder to write a poem that stuns using only two lines.

Anyway, I've always loved that line, "Petals on a wet, black bough." I always think of a sodden cherry bough, the petals clinging to the dripping bark. I guess that is why Ezra Pound was the father of Imagism...he truly paints a picture with words.

Thanks for stopping by Zae's place. Friday tomorrow; Happy almost weekend! {Did my two lines make you more excited than Mr. Pound's?}

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