Buffalo Gal

My name is Judi and I'm a scrapper.
I acknowlege my addiction.
I am unrepentant.
It happened very quickly.
While I loved the stories told in the beautiful scrapbooks my cousin Cheryl painmstakingly produced, I considered it the domain of the mini-van set.
I gathered up a bunch of photos from Jen and Nick's visit to take to Cheryl's workshop primarily for the opporunity to spend a day with her. My first read on the room of 50 or so scrapbookers was exactly what I expected -- perky moms and beatific grandmothers.
As the initial conversation centered on lactation, cervical dilation and potty training, I feared a very long day.
But I faded into my own world of reliving the good times shown in the pictures and trying a variety of tools and tricks to display them to the best advantage. This was basically Publication Layout 101 with a variety of very cool new tools.
By the end of the day I was mentally tallying the cost of the first tools I would need to buy. I never felt the hook in my cheek.
I have always taken a lot of photographs. I brought a full suticase of images back with me from Georgia last week.
At a Border Workshop with Cheryl Tuesday night I bought my first set of tools... and stayed up all night working with them.
I promised myself I wouldn't do it again as I dragged to work the next morning. In a futile effort at normalcy, I went out to dinner last night with a colleague/friend , but rushed to the craft store just before closing to pick up more matte paper.
As I was putting it away I thought of a layout change for the page I was working... and next thing I knew it was 4 a.m.
I turned the shower extra cold this morning to jumpstart the work day and stayed late on an impossible project. (Shoehorning six performances into a Playbill is not nearly as much fun as cornering photos.)
After work, I ran by my brother's to say hello, did a little grocery shopping and got home far too late to start another page.
That was two pages ago and darn they look good. My "kitchen" table is craft central with my new tools carefully alligned to leave enough room to actually work on pages. Photos are sorted in piles all over the floor. Every flat surface in the hovel is scrap-occupied, except my bed.
If I don't use it...

Copyright 2005 Judi Griggs

Buffalo Gal Judi Griggs I'm a communications professional, writer, cynic, mother, wife and royal pain. The order depends on the day. I returned to my hometown in November 2004 after a couple of decades of heat and hurricanes. I can polish pristine copy, but not here. This is my morning exercise -- 20-minute takes without a net or spellcheck. It's easier than sit ups for me. No guarantee what it will be for you. Clicking on the subscribe link will send you an email notice when each new entry is posted.
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Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (0) Share on Facebook		2005-04-15 12:55 AM Scrapper My name is Judi and I'm a scrapper. I acknowlege my addiction. I am unrepentant. It happened very quickly. While I loved the stories told in the beautiful scrapbooks my cousin Cheryl painmstakingly produced, I considered it the domain of the mini-van set. I gathered up a bunch of photos from Jen and Nick's visit to take to Cheryl's workshop primarily for the opporunity to spend a day with her. My first read on the room of 50 or so scrapbookers was exactly what I expected -- perky moms and beatific grandmothers. As the initial conversation centered on lactation, cervical dilation and potty training, I feared a very long day. But I faded into my own world of reliving the good times shown in the pictures and trying a variety of tools and tricks to display them to the best advantage. This was basically Publication Layout 101 with a variety of very cool new tools. By the end of the day I was mentally tallying the cost of the first tools I would need to buy. I never felt the hook in my cheek. I have always taken a lot of photographs. I brought a full suticase of images back with me from Georgia last week. At a Border Workshop with Cheryl Tuesday night I bought my first set of tools... and stayed up all night working with them. I promised myself I wouldn't do it again as I dragged to work the next morning. In a futile effort at normalcy, I went out to dinner last night with a colleague/friend , but rushed to the craft store just before closing to pick up more matte paper. As I was putting it away I thought of a layout change for the page I was working... and next thing I knew it was 4 a.m. I turned the shower extra cold this morning to jumpstart the work day and stayed late on an impossible project. (Shoehorning six performances into a Playbill is not nearly as much fun as cornering photos.) After work, I ran by my brother's to say hello, did a little grocery shopping and got home far too late to start another page. That was two pages ago and darn they look good. My "kitchen" table is craft central with my new tools carefully alligned to leave enough room to actually work on pages. Photos are sorted in piles all over the floor. Every flat surface in the hovel is scrap-occupied, except my bed. If I don't use it... Copyright 2005 Judi Griggs Read/Post Comments (0) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top