I'm going to have to share a photo of my dining room table before this project is done. Many of you may know this, but I don't have a scrap room; just a dining room where no one eats, lest they get adhesive in their food. Right now, the dining room table is a disaster—a beautiful, craft-filled mess.
I kind of like it. Shhhh. Don't let that get around, okay?
Here is my page from yesterday:
Some of you asked what kind of gold spray paint I used to coat the chipboard page. Honestly? It's good old fashioned Rust-o-leum, from the hardware store. Archivally safe? Probably not. But hey, YOLO!
Last night my kids' school held a fundraiser, an annual tradition, complete with music contributions from the students. There are a lot of musically-inclined kids at their school, and Cole is learning bass right now as part of a band. They did an acoustic cover of Smells Like Teen Spirit, and he traded his bass for the bongo drum. Nice. Nothing says 'holiday' like teen angst in song.
I cut one of my Holiday J-Cards in half, after I dropped in a bit of journaling text.
When I started this album, I'll admit, I figured it would last a few days, and then I'd feel overwhelmed by all the product I had to work with.
I'm so enjoying this process. Thanks, Ali Edwards. You little holiday genius, you.
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