I keep making myself these promises. I'll ring my friends more often. I'll keep more in touch with Mum and other family. I'll do more art. I'll do more scrapbooking. So on, and so forth. At some point or other, I'll remember these promises and actually do something about it. Like pick up the phone. Or fondle some 12 x 12 paper and put it back again thinking not enough time.
But finally, after nearly six months of procrastinating, and saying I will do it, I actually have. I've finally started my art journal. For some reason or other, on Thursday, I felt the need to rant and be creative. Just to, I dunno, yack all over a page. Nice imagery, huh? Just express myself somewhat.
I followed a prompt from the UKStampers forum, where they've been running this art journal week by week (this is prompt #1 and they're now on #24 - eek) and where everyone else involved has studiously and diligently been creating and posting their art every week. Not me. Week 24 and I finally make a start. It might just snowball....
Anyways, here it is:
The prompt was the title Goals, and you were supposed to write about three things you hoped to achieve this year oh the irony and include some handmade background paper and a photo. Well, I did the title, and I made my background paper, used the same image of me as from this blog, but sod the middle bit. This year? How about generally instead? LOL.
OK, paper was made by screwing up a sheet of ordinary cheap copy paper and then running DIs all over it. The crinkles and creases picked the colour up beautifully. I won't be dull by telling you which colours I used - you'd only need to use your own colours to suit your mood. Stamps are a mixture - on the background there's some Cherry Arte, Third Coast, and The Stamp Mill. The front note sheet has stamps by Smeared Ink (the type style, eg the Suck it up phrase). I like it. It's a bit of a tough-love kind of page, and I suppose really the journal is only for me but I'm sure I'll blog plenty. I don't really want praise or criticism as it's an art journey, and a book full of techniques to try, and is also all about expressing myself. If someone picks it up and hates it, well, at least the Journal came with a warning!
Now, today is Father's day, and this morning we woke up (at 8.20am) to find this outside our bedroom door. (please excuse the smalls, they are in fact the Small's smalls!)
Bless. Why she didn't knock and bring the coffee in I don't know, but suffice it to say that we went and nuked it so we could drink it.
Even if it was so strong it took the enamel off our teeth. We love you, Lil' Miss B!