still playing . . .

Credits: Jessica Sprague: Four square template, Katie Pertiet: Mask

scraplifting . . .

sometimes you just gotta go for it. My friend, Anke, does stunning work. I mean STUNNING work and when I went snooping over at her blog the other day my jaw dropped. And then like a common thief, I stole. Here's my version.

Credits: Papers: Kellie Mize & Summer Driggs, Tags: Katie Teague, Katie Pertiet, Scrappers Baby Love, O'Scraps, Flower: S. Bartolini, Frame: Katie Pertiet

Now to see the original masterpiece, feast your eyes here. International House. I hope I am not barred for life for pilfering.

shopping . . .

I think the reason I adore blue jeans and T's is because A) they are so stinkin' comfortable and B) they cover a myriad of bodily sins. Slap on a pair of flops and I am ready to rock . . especially now that my wardrobe no longer requires business suits and heels.

However, occasionally, I need to pretend I am a grown up and dress appropriately. The other day, I was not so subtlety reminded of this and headed out to start building a wardrobe of more "elegant casual attire", whatever that means, for a cruise we will be taking next June.

A friend recommended Chico's and since there is one just two short miles from the house, I found myself wandering aimlessly in circles trying to decipher their sizing. What ever happened to the normal 6 -8-10-12 or even S - M - L? There I was left to my own devices . . . was I a " O" -(decidedly not in any language) 1, 1.5 etc. Good for the ego, bad for trying on.

Finally, "DoraLynn" came to my rescue . . . or so I thought. She gave me a quick eyeball and started grabbing stuff off racks telling me I needed more color and tons of accessories. I could feel my brain shutting down. Thrown in a dressing room with florescent lighting and yards of synthetic fabric, I was starting to fade, but dutifully tried on the goods. Not in this life time are my hips and bottom ever going to look good in knitted fabric. It was like a nightmarish advertisement for Breakstone's. As "DoraLynn" poked her nose in to see how I was doing, her mouth puckered and out spewed a single word: Spanks. There is something to that phrase - ignorance is bliss -. They may very well be on Oprah's number one list but once "DorLynn" lifted the fabric of her slacks to reveal her spanks, I was out of there like greased lightening. The last time I wore a girdle or anything vaguely resembling one was in 1964. They disappeared even before my bras.

I did leave clutching two comfy T's and having mail ordered a cute linen dress but I ran immediately home to inhale the slightly bleachy, all cotton smell of my freshly washed jeans . . . plopped myself down to a bowl of fresh raspberries and tried to push the entire fiasco into some far off recess of my mind. The thought of having to repeat this trek eleven more times in as many months is just repelling. ACK!

and to celebrate insomnia . . .

This little goodie from a challenge over at Little Dreamer Designs.


Credits: Brackets: MzP, Font: Ashley K, All else: Julia Makotinski
And to all a good night.

A little ShaZAM . . .

Jessica's new Photoshop Friday lesson came up. WOW! Amazing what a little 'pop' will do for a photo. Click to enlarge to see a little better. Here are the instructions: Home - Sprague Lab - Scrapbook Alchemy

OK, so I got a little carried away with the burn along the edges, but love the difference a little wizardry can do.

just playing around . . .

Credits: Paper by Angelique, Stitches by Grunhild

Thanks, Kelli . . .

My friend Kel, boasts this quote in her email siggy line. I really adore it. It speaks volumes. With my photography at a stand still, I decided to play with the William Carlos Williams quote.




Credits: Paper by Fotosu, Brackets by MzP, Font: Ashley K