You know I love textiles and stitching. Always will. For those of you who may not know, however, my love for all things paper and journaling and scrapbooking used to be huge. I have stacks and stacks of page layouts from back in the day (it all started here I think). Haven't even looked at them in many a moon.
Hanging out with Pam last week and seeing her art journals again ignited a desire in me to get back to journaling and creating with paper and paint. And something in our conversations and introspections made me want to come home and dust off those old albums for another look...
And you know how these things go...I spent most of the morning flipping through all my old scrapbooks, laughing, remembering, cringing. But I also found myself saying 'hey i kinda like that!'. Then realized I want to give it another go maybe. Not to scrapbook like this, but to feel the feeling that playing with paper and scissors brings. To write sappy things to my children even though they're long past little.
I don't know how this will all come together. Don't even know if I'll be bold and transparent enough to show you here. But I need a diversion. Now's a good time (there's my word!).