Confessions of the craft

Journaling Reads:
I have more paper than I will ever use. And I buy more.
I have told the UPS man I was stalking him, so he would hand over the scrapbook supplies. He backed away. Slowly.
I have sets upon sets of letter stamps.
I have a huge rubbermaid tote filled with chipboard. Letters.
I have an additional basket reserved for chipboard shapes.
I have every eyelet and brad known to man.
I love 8:00PM on Fridays. Riley is in bed, and I can scrap to my hearts content.
I have every intention of taking over the new addition in order to fulfill my addiction.
I take pictures. Of everything.
I buy scrapbook magazines with my groceries.
I consider adhesive one of life’s little necessities.
I have a bad day, I stop at the scrapbook store.
I collect embellishments. I hardly use them cause I am afraid that I will have a more perfect page for them later.
I would rather buy more supplies than buy an album to put my pages in.
I ignore housework to scrapbook.
I try so hard to mix patterned paper, but think that things should always be color coordinated.
I love Kraft Cardstock.
I hate scrapbooking color pictures.
I love to scrapbook black and white prints.
I have been known to tell Derrick I have to go to “Wal-Mart” (aka the scrapbook store) just so he wont take my car on the weekends.
I spend more time on two peas, a cherry on top, and paper dreams and pixie dust than I do checking or responding to email.
I tell Dr. Bailey at least once a week that his shirts would make good scrapbook paper.
I read scrapbook magazines everwhere. In the bathtub. In Villa Grove waiting for a train. In Taco Bell’s drive thru at lunch.
I get very excited when I see that a scrapbook or picture order has shipped. Very excited.
I have been known to yelp a little when I turn onto my street and see above mentioned package on my porch.
I love the smell of xyron refills.
I love rub-ons. More than rub-ons should really be loved.
I want to ink. Everything. I love the satisfaction of a completed page.
I have a completed page ritual. Sign, date, post on two peas. Post on paper dreams and pixie dust. Upload to Blog. Done.
I have been known to compare work situations to scrapbook supplies. Paper doesn’t whine. Embellishments don’t call in sick. Adhesive does what I tell it to.
I love this craft. I love all parts of it. The cutting. The inking. The hole punching. Preserving my memories. Love it all. Love it.


enough said!

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