Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
30 days of giving thanks
It’s simple.
Take a moment each day in November and thank someone in your life.
Send a text, make a call, leave a post-it,
write an old fashioned letter…
Make eye contact.
Smile.
And say, “thanks.”
It doesn’t matter how you thank them.
Simply think of someone in your life - each day - and tell them why you are thankful for them.
Give them your thanks.
Thank thirty people in thirty days.
Can’t think of thirty people?
Look more closely at the people you encounter in a day.
The postman.
The barista.
The friendly teller at the bank.
The woman who always stamps your parking ticket.
Your neighbor down the street.
Is there a local store owner who makes you feel welcome every time you shop?
Do you have a favorite sacker at the grocery store?
How about someone you work with that makes you laugh?
Do you have a favorite hair stylist, or a massage therapist, or yoga teacher?
Have you you told your best friend how much you appreciate their friendship?
Did you ever thank your favorite teacher?
Has anyone helped change the course of your life?
What about someone you are really close to – like your kids or spouse – when’s the last time you thanked them?
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Isn't this an amazing idea? I'm really looking forward to the positivity and warmth this brings into my life over the next month. You can join in too at:
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
{wordless} the sandy situation
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| Source: weather.com |
Not my photo, but definitely something at the very forefront of my mind at the moment.
Monday, October 22, 2012
the boy i fell in love with.
I was sorting through some papers and things Mike's grandmother sent back with him after his last visit with her, and I came upon a little newsletter he'd done about himself for a class in high school, just weeks before we started dating.
"THE DAILY MIKE" was printed neatly across the top of a sheet of ragged red construction paper; the words 'Price: FREE' were minuscule in the upper right. Rectangles painstakingly drawn with a ruler contained little blurbs about him, such as his horoscope, favorite foods, greatest accomplishment, and interests. He liked the clichéd long walks on the beach, by the way...in case you were curious ;)
What got me was the photo of himself he'd attached. I saw that, and I was suddenly a freshman in high school again, giddy and feeling my insides get all squishy at the very sight of him. Here was the boy I fell in love with, who stole my heart and has held onto it after all of these years.
He's not that boy anymore, and I'm not that girl. We're man and woman, husband and wife. We've changed and grown immensely, we've built a life and a family.
Does he still make me feel the way he did back then? Absolutely. But, I love him in a different way than I did then. I love him more. It's just...there is nothing like the feeling of first love.
I am so very, very ridiculously lucky (and thankful) to be still in love with --and married to-- mine.
"THE DAILY MIKE" was printed neatly across the top of a sheet of ragged red construction paper; the words 'Price: FREE' were minuscule in the upper right. Rectangles painstakingly drawn with a ruler contained little blurbs about him, such as his horoscope, favorite foods, greatest accomplishment, and interests. He liked the clichéd long walks on the beach, by the way...in case you were curious ;)
What got me was the photo of himself he'd attached. I saw that, and I was suddenly a freshman in high school again, giddy and feeling my insides get all squishy at the very sight of him. Here was the boy I fell in love with, who stole my heart and has held onto it after all of these years.
He's not that boy anymore, and I'm not that girl. We're man and woman, husband and wife. We've changed and grown immensely, we've built a life and a family.
Does he still make me feel the way he did back then? Absolutely. But, I love him in a different way than I did then. I love him more. It's just...there is nothing like the feeling of first love.
I am so very, very ridiculously lucky (and thankful) to be still in love with --and married to-- mine.
Thursday, October 18, 2012
feeling SAD.
I was very hesitant to write about this because it's a little more personal than I am accustomed to sharing freely, especially in such a public way as this. But, that was the whole point of me creating this space....to share, to grow, to change.
My subtitle reads "Living a life of love, light, and creativity". I'll be honest and tell you there isn't a whole lot of the light lately, both figuratively and literally.
I love fall. Fall is, without a doubt, my most favorite season. I love the crispness in the air, the foods (pumpkin cookies? coffee? bread? pie? mmm...yes, please), the decorations. I love how the sky is a different shade of blue than it is in the summer and that the trees streak orange!yellow!red! across it before the leaves drop and create a vibrant sea on my lawn.
But fall is my downfall. Fall is when the days grow shorter and that delicious sunlight I subconsciously soak up all summer long dwindles, leaving me feeling like a shell of my former self. It's hard to find the motivation to do anything, even things I enjoy that require little to no effort on my part (like knitting or watching tv). It's a disheartening feeling, but even the desire to do something about it is rarely there.
It's possible you know exactly what I'm talking about. According to an article published by the National Institutes of Health, Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD) affects 6% of the US population, and another 14% suffer from a lesser form of seasonal mood changes (winter blues). Ever heard "Away from the Sun" by 3 Doors Down? That's pretty much my theme song these days.
This isn't a cry for help or a plea for comments of sympathy. This post is an invitation to take a step back and assess your own situation. To tell yourself you aren't alone, you are indeed normal, and it is okay to get help, if you need it. It took me years to to come to terms with not only the fact that SAD exists, but that I suffer from it. I couldn't possibly have a "mental health problem". That couldn't happen to me. [insert eye rolling at my ridiculous younger self]
Some days are better than others. I find when I am forced to leave mycouch house for an appointment that I have a much better --much happier and more productive -- day. If I am able to get into a routine that pulls together my day in an organized fashion and things get done around here, I find that helps too. I've been out of a routine since we moved in and it definitely hasn't helped the situation. I'm spending some time over the next few days contemplating my family's needs and wants, my needs and wants, household responsibilities, and a schedule to slowly but surely get back to work on balancing them all.
In the meantime, I'm going to go against my natural inclination to clam up and disappear, and stick around while I claw my way back up to the light. I hope you will too.
My subtitle reads "Living a life of love, light, and creativity". I'll be honest and tell you there isn't a whole lot of the light lately, both figuratively and literally.
I love fall. Fall is, without a doubt, my most favorite season. I love the crispness in the air, the foods (pumpkin cookies? coffee? bread? pie? mmm...yes, please), the decorations. I love how the sky is a different shade of blue than it is in the summer and that the trees streak orange!yellow!red! across it before the leaves drop and create a vibrant sea on my lawn.
But fall is my downfall. Fall is when the days grow shorter and that delicious sunlight I subconsciously soak up all summer long dwindles, leaving me feeling like a shell of my former self. It's hard to find the motivation to do anything, even things I enjoy that require little to no effort on my part (like knitting or watching tv). It's a disheartening feeling, but even the desire to do something about it is rarely there.
It's possible you know exactly what I'm talking about. According to an article published by the National Institutes of Health, Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD) affects 6% of the US population, and another 14% suffer from a lesser form of seasonal mood changes (winter blues). Ever heard "Away from the Sun" by 3 Doors Down? That's pretty much my theme song these days.
This isn't a cry for help or a plea for comments of sympathy. This post is an invitation to take a step back and assess your own situation. To tell yourself you aren't alone, you are indeed normal, and it is okay to get help, if you need it. It took me years to to come to terms with not only the fact that SAD exists, but that I suffer from it. I couldn't possibly have a "mental health problem". That couldn't happen to me. [insert eye rolling at my ridiculous younger self]
Some days are better than others. I find when I am forced to leave my
In the meantime, I'm going to go against my natural inclination to clam up and disappear, and stick around while I claw my way back up to the light. I hope you will too.
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
{wordless} owl
Mike captured this shot at the end of our driveway on Monday evening while walking Sadie. I wonder if it's the same one who spent the majority of the last two weeks of August hooting away by our open bedroom window in the middle of the night?
Sunday, October 14, 2012
dempsey challenge weekend 2012
There is nothing like the energy of being in a crowd of people who have come together to support an amazing cause, even if the temps are just above freezing and you're there well before you're normally even out of bed on a Saturday morning.
I have participated in the Dempsey Challenge since its inaugural event in 2009, and yesterday's turnout at the 5K and 10K Run/Walk in Lewiston, Maine, was --as usual-- nothing short of awe-inspiring! The photo above was of the people in front of me waiting to start. There were just as many lined up behind me!
It really is all about the cause for me, but it is pretty cool to get a glimpse of Patrick Dempsey :) I did feel kind of weird taking his picture though, and tried to sneak it. I didn't want to be seen snapping it, lol, even if he is used to that sort of thing or has no clue who I am.
My plan had been to run the 10K with my lifelong friend Erika, as we have the last two years, but that cold I whined about earlier in the week only got worse and by yesterday morning, I had barely any voice and a hacking cough that left my lungs burning in its wake. Running 6.2 miles would havedone me in not helped my situation, so we walked instead. That ended up being okay. We still made really good time, and it gave us more opportunity to catch up.
Oh! I exceeded my fundraising goal, by the way. It was $300, and one last donation made just three hours before the race put me at $320. I am extremely pleased!! So, if you donated over the past few months --and are reading this-- thank you very, very much.
I started participating in 2009 because I know what it's like to be part of a family who could use some direction on the path to fighting cancer but live in an area where such resources aren't readily available. I know how the Patrick Dempsey Center for Hope and Healing could have helped us way back when, and I want to make sure it stays available for others who need it.
Last year, my focus shifted. The driving force of my participation became the memory of my beloved Auntie, who was diagnosed with late-stage lymphoma in May 2011 and lost her life to it just two months later on July 20th.
When you're walking along, and talking to a friend you haven't seen in a year, it's easy to get distracted and forget exactly why you're there. Maybe that's why the event organizers chose to place the memory and honor signs just before the finish line. It's a sobering reminder of the reality of cancer and the lives affected by and lost from it.
Walking by these signs was a very powerful, very humbling experience. It gave crossing the finish line a whole new meaning, and reminded me to be grateful. It also made me realize I want to do more than I've done in the past for the Dempsey Center. I just have to figure out what more means and work on a plan to achieve that.
This has become a weekend that I look forward to every year, especially since the second year when Erika started participating with me. We've made it into an annual event that encompasses not only the Challenge, but also lots of food, shopping, and catching up. We only live about two hours away from each other, but it ends up being the one time a year we get to see each other. Our lives get busy, and time flies, and before we know it, it's October again.
It was such a positive, wonderful weekend, but I still find it difficult not to be sad that it is already over. It feels like it just started! I guess I just have to keep reminding myself that the 2013 Challenge will be here again in the blink of an eye.
I have participated in the Dempsey Challenge since its inaugural event in 2009, and yesterday's turnout at the 5K and 10K Run/Walk in Lewiston, Maine, was --as usual-- nothing short of awe-inspiring! The photo above was of the people in front of me waiting to start. There were just as many lined up behind me!
It really is all about the cause for me, but it is pretty cool to get a glimpse of Patrick Dempsey :) I did feel kind of weird taking his picture though, and tried to sneak it. I didn't want to be seen snapping it, lol, even if he is used to that sort of thing or has no clue who I am.
My plan had been to run the 10K with my lifelong friend Erika, as we have the last two years, but that cold I whined about earlier in the week only got worse and by yesterday morning, I had barely any voice and a hacking cough that left my lungs burning in its wake. Running 6.2 miles would have
Oh! I exceeded my fundraising goal, by the way. It was $300, and one last donation made just three hours before the race put me at $320. I am extremely pleased!! So, if you donated over the past few months --and are reading this-- thank you very, very much.
I started participating in 2009 because I know what it's like to be part of a family who could use some direction on the path to fighting cancer but live in an area where such resources aren't readily available. I know how the Patrick Dempsey Center for Hope and Healing could have helped us way back when, and I want to make sure it stays available for others who need it.
Last year, my focus shifted. The driving force of my participation became the memory of my beloved Auntie, who was diagnosed with late-stage lymphoma in May 2011 and lost her life to it just two months later on July 20th.
When you're walking along, and talking to a friend you haven't seen in a year, it's easy to get distracted and forget exactly why you're there. Maybe that's why the event organizers chose to place the memory and honor signs just before the finish line. It's a sobering reminder of the reality of cancer and the lives affected by and lost from it.
Walking by these signs was a very powerful, very humbling experience. It gave crossing the finish line a whole new meaning, and reminded me to be grateful. It also made me realize I want to do more than I've done in the past for the Dempsey Center. I just have to figure out what more means and work on a plan to achieve that.
This has become a weekend that I look forward to every year, especially since the second year when Erika started participating with me. We've made it into an annual event that encompasses not only the Challenge, but also lots of food, shopping, and catching up. We only live about two hours away from each other, but it ends up being the one time a year we get to see each other. Our lives get busy, and time flies, and before we know it, it's October again.
It was such a positive, wonderful weekend, but I still find it difficult not to be sad that it is already over. It feels like it just started! I guess I just have to keep reminding myself that the 2013 Challenge will be here again in the blink of an eye.
Thursday, October 11, 2012
hole in the wall.
So, remember two weeks ago when I said that the feeling of homeownership hadn't sunk in yet?? Our in-progress repair work on the back door has definitely taken care of that.
Due to our home inspection, we knew when we bought the house that there was some water damage under and around the bottom of the door casing due to improper installation of the doorstep. We were prepared for the fact that we'd need to fix that. We were also prepared that there might be some mold growing, as we could tell a small portion of wall/sheetrock was starting to swell towards the bottom right. In the scheme of house shopping and buying, it was a minimal problem and definitely not something to not buy the house over (or hold up the closing by trying to get the sellers' bank to pay for the fix). We still feel that way, but...
The contractor started yesterday, and the following are photos of how the day --and the door-- progressed:
Maybe I meant regressed, instead of progressed. Ugh.
We are SO glad we made up our minds to take care of this immediately. Not only because black mold is so unsafe, but also because the contractor told us we caught it just in time. Before too long, it would have moved into the structure work of the house. Not good.
According to the contractor, the door he removed yesterday was not the original one to the house. Someone had known about this problem, removed the original door and wood under it without thoroughly cleaning up the rot or mold OR fixing the leak, slapped a new piece of wood down and threw a door in, and left it. Nice, huh?
At the present moment, the new door is in place and is being secured. After that, the finish work will be completed, a storm door installed, and the stairs reinstalled and lowered so that they don't cause another water issue in the future. I'm not sure if all of those things will be happening today, but I hope so. It's getting a little tiring having people around, especially since I'm still pretty under the weather.
Due to our home inspection, we knew when we bought the house that there was some water damage under and around the bottom of the door casing due to improper installation of the doorstep. We were prepared for the fact that we'd need to fix that. We were also prepared that there might be some mold growing, as we could tell a small portion of wall/sheetrock was starting to swell towards the bottom right. In the scheme of house shopping and buying, it was a minimal problem and definitely not something to not buy the house over (or hold up the closing by trying to get the sellers' bank to pay for the fix). We still feel that way, but...
The contractor started yesterday, and the following are photos of how the day --and the door-- progressed:
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| Black mold under the woodwork completely crumbled the bottom of the sheetrock. Eeek. |
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| The wood under the door rotten and moldy. See that strip of green in the middle, on the right? The contractor stuck his thumb down through it -- it was mush. |
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| That...is a lot of black mold. More than we anticipated. |
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| Just a closer look. |
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| All the bad stuff has been removed...now waiting for repair. |
Maybe I meant regressed, instead of progressed. Ugh.
We are SO glad we made up our minds to take care of this immediately. Not only because black mold is so unsafe, but also because the contractor told us we caught it just in time. Before too long, it would have moved into the structure work of the house. Not good.
According to the contractor, the door he removed yesterday was not the original one to the house. Someone had known about this problem, removed the original door and wood under it without thoroughly cleaning up the rot or mold OR fixing the leak, slapped a new piece of wood down and threw a door in, and left it. Nice, huh?
At the present moment, the new door is in place and is being secured. After that, the finish work will be completed, a storm door installed, and the stairs reinstalled and lowered so that they don't cause another water issue in the future. I'm not sure if all of those things will be happening today, but I hope so. It's getting a little tiring having people around, especially since I'm still pretty under the weather.
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
sicky.
When your husband and child(ren) come down with that nasty "first-of-the-school-year" cold/flu and you don't, do not tell gleefully tell everyone you come in contact with that you didn't get it. Don't be patting yourself on the back, and don't even dare wonder how you managed to steer clear this time.
A week or two will go by, and you'll really think you've escaped it and then -- wham! You wake up with severe sore throat and within two days, you'll have a full blown head-cold that is ten times worse than what everybody else in your house had.
So...guess who's sick?
My nose is both clogged and running, there is some serious sinus pressure building behind my left eye, can't stop sneezing, and medications aren't an option until bedtime. (Antihistamines knock me out, and decongestants aren't an option due to thyroid disease.) So here I sit, building a mountain of tissues in the wastebasket and sucking down fluids like it's my job while I try to ignore the fact that I feel miserable.
It didn't help that today I was right out straight with errands and appointments, but tomorrow I will be at home all day and hopefully will get some rest from the downtime. I intend to spend the day on the couch -- crafting, writing, playing in Photoshop Elements, and drinking steaming mugs of tea.
At least being sick is an excuse to guiltlessly take time to do the things I enjoy, right??
A week or two will go by, and you'll really think you've escaped it and then -- wham! You wake up with severe sore throat and within two days, you'll have a full blown head-cold that is ten times worse than what everybody else in your house had.
So...guess who's sick?
My nose is both clogged and running, there is some serious sinus pressure building behind my left eye, can't stop sneezing, and medications aren't an option until bedtime. (Antihistamines knock me out, and decongestants aren't an option due to thyroid disease.) So here I sit, building a mountain of tissues in the wastebasket and sucking down fluids like it's my job while I try to ignore the fact that I feel miserable.
It didn't help that today I was right out straight with errands and appointments, but tomorrow I will be at home all day and hopefully will get some rest from the downtime. I intend to spend the day on the couch -- crafting, writing, playing in Photoshop Elements, and drinking steaming mugs of tea.
At least being sick is an excuse to guiltlessly take time to do the things I enjoy, right??
Monday, October 8, 2012
time management?
If you're out there, readers, this is a time I'd love to hear from you. How do you manage your time efficiently? Do you schedule your days? Make lists? Follow a program like FlyLady? Completely wing it?
Week One of Project Real Life focuses on the idea that cultivating a good life is beginning with the end [result] in mind. I've spent a lot of time over the weekend thinking about what that means for me - what I want for myself, my family, and my home.
I want a home filled with love and joy (which we have), but I want it without the guilt hanging over my head that there is still laundry to be done or dishes to be loaded into the dishwasher (don't have that so much, lol). I want those things to already be done, and I want to have a system in place to ensure that is how things start happening around here. There are other aspects of life cultivating that I am thinking about as well, but those are a little more personal and not for public consumption. At least, not yet. Who knows, maybe I'll need to pick your brains again ;)
It's quite possible I need to simplify, too. Moving has shown me just how much needless "stuff" we have. It just makes for clutter, and for extra work. So, I need to let go of these things. Sounds easy, right? It's not. I hate to give up anything that I might have a use for "someday". I'm working on changing that mentality. Case in point: the gorgeous snowflake porcelain plates I bought seven years ago to serve Christmas dinners on, and have never used -- but have boxed up and moved FIVE times now. Chances are good that I'm never going to use these plates, so why can't I let them go??
Less stuff = less work. That needs to be my mantra. Well, one of them anyway.
However, back to the original point of my post -- I still need to figure out a way to better manage my time because I'll need plenty of it to work on purging the items I don't need as well as getting the everyday stuff done and making time for family (and, for me, too!). So, any suggestions? :)
Week One of Project Real Life focuses on the idea that cultivating a good life is beginning with the end [result] in mind. I've spent a lot of time over the weekend thinking about what that means for me - what I want for myself, my family, and my home.
I want a home filled with love and joy (which we have), but I want it without the guilt hanging over my head that there is still laundry to be done or dishes to be loaded into the dishwasher (don't have that so much, lol). I want those things to already be done, and I want to have a system in place to ensure that is how things start happening around here. There are other aspects of life cultivating that I am thinking about as well, but those are a little more personal and not for public consumption. At least, not yet. Who knows, maybe I'll need to pick your brains again ;)
Less stuff = less work. That needs to be my mantra. Well, one of them anyway.
However, back to the original point of my post -- I still need to figure out a way to better manage my time because I'll need plenty of it to work on purging the items I don't need as well as getting the everyday stuff done and making time for family (and, for me, too!). So, any suggestions? :)
Saturday, October 6, 2012
small town saturday night
It's such a nice feeling when all of the pieces are falling into place, isn't it?
This is the kind of house we always wanted, the kind of neighborhood we wanted to live in, and tonight we found ourselves meeting the kind of neighbors we always hoped to have.
The street association president and his wife hosted a neighborhood get-together at their house, and we had the best time. (Honestly, we'd probably still be there if we'd had a sitter for the evening.) These people were all so nice. So fun. It was very enjoyable talking with them and getting to know them, and thinking that maybe --finally-- some potential new friendships were starting to take root in our lives.
I got a little chilled (it was outside), Mike will have heartburn from eating the most amazing buffalo chicken dip, and Lily will probably be cranky tomorrow (she went to bed over an hour later than normal), but totally worth it.
Such a great night!!
This is the kind of house we always wanted, the kind of neighborhood we wanted to live in, and tonight we found ourselves meeting the kind of neighbors we always hoped to have.
The street association president and his wife hosted a neighborhood get-together at their house, and we had the best time. (Honestly, we'd probably still be there if we'd had a sitter for the evening.) These people were all so nice. So fun. It was very enjoyable talking with them and getting to know them, and thinking that maybe --finally-- some potential new friendships were starting to take root in our lives.
I got a little chilled (it was outside), Mike will have heartburn from eating the most amazing buffalo chicken dip, and Lily will probably be cranky tomorrow (she went to bed over an hour later than normal), but totally worth it.
Such a great night!!
Thursday, October 4, 2012
three weeks.
When I first sat down to write, I intended to start this entry with "It's hard to believe that tomorrow marks three weeks of Sadie being a part of our lives." But, as I sat here and thought about that statement, as well as the past three weeks, I decided that might not be completely true. At all.
I can believe it's been three weeks. It's been a loooong three weeks of spot treating/cleaning the living room carpet nonstop, night after night of interrupted sleep, cats being tormented and chased, items not nailed down being stolen and chewed (including my iPhone), and a constant battle of wills.
Do I regret bringing her into our home? Not even a little. I know she is going to make for a wonderful companion and protector for our family once we get her trained and grown up a bit. Will my sanity last long enough to reach that point? I'm not sure.
I'm kidding. (I hope.)
She's passed out on the living room floor as I write this, sprawled and snoring; completely exhausted from her puppy obedience class earlier this evening. When I get up in a bit to refill my water glass, she'll follow and resettle on the kitchen floor, ready to sleep on the cool (and definitely less comfortable) wood flooring just because it means staying close to me. I'll come back in here to sit down and she'll return to curl up at my feet. It's probably just the Shepherd in her -- trying to herd, but I like to think that maybe it's because she's a little attached to me.
Because I know I am attached to her. The past weeks haven't really been all that fun, but the longer she's here, the more I find that I love having her around.
I can believe it's been three weeks. It's been a loooong three weeks of spot treating/cleaning the living room carpet nonstop, night after night of interrupted sleep, cats being tormented and chased, items not nailed down being stolen and chewed (including my iPhone), and a constant battle of wills.
Do I regret bringing her into our home? Not even a little. I know she is going to make for a wonderful companion and protector for our family once we get her trained and grown up a bit. Will my sanity last long enough to reach that point? I'm not sure.
I'm kidding. (I hope.)
She's passed out on the living room floor as I write this, sprawled and snoring; completely exhausted from her puppy obedience class earlier this evening. When I get up in a bit to refill my water glass, she'll follow and resettle on the kitchen floor, ready to sleep on the cool (and definitely less comfortable) wood flooring just because it means staying close to me. I'll come back in here to sit down and she'll return to curl up at my feet. It's probably just the Shepherd in her -- trying to herd, but I like to think that maybe it's because she's a little attached to me.
Because I know I am attached to her. The past weeks haven't really been all that fun, but the longer she's here, the more I find that I love having her around.
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
{digiscrap} hello home.
Now that we are settled getting settled, I am happily picking back up where I left off with (re)learning Photoshop Elements so that I can get started with digital scrapbooking. I just finished the online course I started over at JessicaSprague.com late last spring, and the above layout was the final byproduct of that.
I forgot how much fun I have working in PSE! I am pretty sure I want to take another of her classes, and soon. In the meantime, I'll be starting Becky Higgins's Project Real Life on Thursday and I am SO excited. (This is another reason I decided to refresh my PSE skill set -- I'm going to do my Project Life album digitally.) I have admired Becky's work for years and years, and have been anxiously waiting to take this class since it was announced last year!
So, that's what I'm up to at the moment, trying to work some of that muchly missed creativity back into my life, a little at a time and in between boxes. Stay tuned. I'll have more to share soon!!
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