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as of this moment.

The craft room is not as organized as I would like yet, but it's showing some semblance of order. I cleared off most of the 4x6 table and I can actually craft now. Yahoo! The sewing closet is a mess. I am looking for a solution for all the felt I have but I also want to display it in a cute way. Any ideas for felt storage? I can't wait until it's all ready! :)

how pinteresting.

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I am absolutely obsessed with Pinterest. According to the site, it's a place to catalog the things you love. And according to my boards, I love a lot of things. It's like all the vision boards in my head combined into one site. It's a visual smorgasborg of everything pretty and delicious and cute. My kind of site.

Let me know if you would like an invite. :)

will you be mine, twine?

I have discovered Baker's Twine and I think I'm in love. Are bakers supposed to use them in their baking? In any case, I have been seeing them in many cards via blogland and I jumped on the bandwagon. A friend recommended Whisker Graphics. Swoon. So many cute colors at 240 yards each. They are selling their (k)Nots at a discounted 33% price because of slight imperfections. I can't even tell and they were way cheaper than their perfect spools. Can't wait to start creating!


blog or facebook or twitter or nothing?

Are scrapbooking blogs obsolete? With social networking like Facebook (FB) and Twitter at an all time high, do regular non-famous people have time to keep up their personal blogs? To me, Facebook satisfies the ADHD in me, a quick look in people's lives. I don't have to think too hard to post something. Blogging requires more thought and a little bit more coherency on my part. It probably wouldn't be so easy to post a drunken post on my blog, whereas Facebook almost dares you to post something outrageous.

Are people really always so happy on FB? Are their lives so perfect? You only see what people want you to see. Sometimes I want to vomit with all the happy, productive, loving posts that I see. Truly gag on my own sputum. Really? Do you not bloat once a month like me? Do you hate your thighs? Do you sometimes want to kill your husband for breathing? Yes to all three.

I suppose blogging fulfills the same purpose as FB and Twitter. You post only what you want to post. Happy, shiny people with no worries. Well, my blogging was never like that. Mine came out of my love of scrapbooking. Then it slowly became catharsis as I wrote about my infertility. Things sure weren't rosy all the time in this brown girl's household. Later, my posts became more and more general because of a change in my job. In short, I was censoring myself.

Well, after a hiatus (er, many hiatuses) I decided to continue my blogging for scrapbooking and to document some important things in our family. I have been looking at old posts and I am so glad that I documented so much about life. I have such a bad memory that I do not remember half the stuff I wrote about. Did I really do that? And did I actually write about it?! Am I nuts? Yes to all three.

So here I go with this new chapter in the blogging world. I won't be focusing so much on work, but I will be documenting my family and hopefully, more scrapbooking. Yes, I will still be on FB. I have to have an outlet for when I butt dial those fun, drunken posts. :)

just put me to sleep already.

I have been having some respiratory issues the past six months. In short, I am pretty much allergic to everything in Las Vegas. Why do I stay? I think I have a death wish. I had such a reprieve in Seattle because of the cool, humid weather. It was like living inside my humidifier. Yes, I have become a sexy old lady, complete with tissues, inhalers, and sometimes a spit bucket by my bed. I know my husband is turned on by the thought.

I'm on so many meds, I'm a pharmacy. I really thought they were working since I started breathing without feeling like someone wasn't sitting on my chest. But alas, I had to visit my allergy specialist again yesterday. Diagnosis? Sinus infection with coughing and sneezing and all kinds of other extra secretions. I know that sounds mighty appetizing. I really could be more descriptive. As a nurse, I'm a pro at documentation, and I could describe the hell out of someone's sputum.

The plan is now for 20 days of antibiotics with a bonus CT scan of the sinuses 5 days before the end of the antibiotic course. As a nurse and part time hypochondriac, I can foresee that they will want to do surgery on me. They will want to probably flush and scrape my sinuses. I am going to request that they do a chemical peel on my face, a boob lift, and liposuction while they have me under sedation. Of course, I get ahead of myself. This is only day 2 of antibiotics. Sigh.

magnet board.

Took time to organize all my brads and little doodads in magnetic canisters. They were stored in my Plano tackle box for a long time and the concept of keeping all those little embellishments in one place is good, but I never saw the stuff anymore. Out of sight, out of mind. I like that I can see them and that it makes me want to use them up again. :) Here they are on the wall next to the mounted stamps.


slowly getting there.

The mess that I call my craft room is slowly getting organized little by little. I wish I could spend my days organizing but alas work is getting in the way of my fun. :) Here is the room with all the crap on top of the island in the process of finding their permanent home. No one can tell but the island is 4' x 6'. Yes, that seems pretty huge for such a little room. We'll see...



These Jetmax storage cubes are my absolute favorite! Probably because I didn't put any of it together. Thank goodness I have 2 strapping bucks living at home with me (yes, I refer to hubby and stepson, not the poolboy or the butler). Ha. Yes, those letters spell "STUD." :)

Here is the other wall so far. The shelves and rails are from IKEA. I could totally use about 10 more of each, but I am trying not to be such a hoarder. :P I sent my sister home with bags full of srapbook cardstock and patterned paper. The old me would probably have some anxiety parting with so much stuff, but this new me is going to buy more paper. :) I'm still a little bit of a hoarder. Can't change that easily. I haven't had nearly the psychotherapy I need.


The room keeps changing with my mood, and as indecisive as I am, the room will keep changing. Stay tuned...