Layout for Saturday's class. I was a little less than satisfied with this layout. I like the design but the swirl/flower rubons seem out of place for the more or less manly theme. My friend, Cyndi, used some very cool black felt on her page and I like it so much more. Today, I am going to make a layout like hers using some brown felt I have.
I spent the better part of yesterday afternoon creating this light box. The directions were on the web here. I thought I'd found a real bargain when I discoverd foam core board at the dollar store, a savings of $2 from Fred Meyer's price. I made a separate trip to the hardware store for the masking tape and clip-on lights. It went together easily, just like the instructions said. But sadly, my photos came out all yellow. So I read some more and I needed "full spectrum" light bulbs. So back to the store (third trip). But the photos were still yellow. Now this morning I'm thinking dismantle the whole thing? It takes up an awful lot of room to not work. Ma
ybe the bargain foam core board wasn't such a bargain. It does seem to be just the foam core with no poster board. Anyway, I wanted it for taking pictures with my digital camera of scrapbook layouts and those come out way better if I just put them on the floor in front of a window (natural light) and take a picture standing on a chair.
This is a layout I started on National Scrapbooking day and finally had a chance to finish this morning. It was the journaling that I needed/wanted to get done. My dad's garden is unbelievably beautiful this spring. Sadly, since he died in September, he doesn't get to see it. But we are enjoying every new bloom. It is just a lush paradise that he left for us to enjoy. The journaling reads: The "Cole" house at 1108 Sandy Lane, so named for it's first owner, Jim Cole, originally stood alone at the end of the cul-de-sac. Jim had the foresight to purchase the lot next door. Perhaps he envisioned the homes to come; mainly, I think, he just loved to play golf. The lot was his personal putting green. By the time my parents purchased the home, the green had been replaced with a garden, designed by landscapers from the valley. The result was a virtual feast for the numerous deer that inhabit these bluffs. Needless to say, it was a sad, sparse garden. My dad, with love and passion for gardening, went to work with his ethic of hard effort and determination, mixed with high intellect. In the 8+ years he graced this place with his life, he turned the barren into a fruitful paradise. Never, dear dad, has it looked so lovely as it does this spring. It is your lasting legacy. At least, I hope it will be lasting. We have a great gardner in our neighbor, Ken. By the way, that is my darling dog, Snickers, at the bottom right.
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