Went to the Wairarapa for a scrappy weekend. Me’n’the scrappy chicks do this twice a year, and have been since 2005. We eat, we sleep, we scrap, we lunch, we drink, we talk, we eat, we talk some more and we scrap. In fact, the only time we ain’t talkin’ is when we sleepin’! We take enough scrapping supplies to start our own very large mobile second hand scrapbooking store. Most of it doesn't get used, but scrapbookers, like the girls' brigade, should 'be prepared'.
So without further ado – here’s some piccies from my scrappy weekend.
Scrappy viewScrappy essentials: liquorice allsorts, water, chocolates, party mix. Oh yeah – hole punch, glue, pens'n'stuff.
Slow ahead – genius at work!Michelle stopped off at the library and picked up a copy of scrapbooking memories magazine. as i was sitting the sun with my cuppa tea and toast leafing thru the magazine, who should i see featured but the terrifically talented, fantastically fabulous LYNETTE!
Is it ok to photograph a published layout and feature it on my blog? I don’t know! And if not, will the scrappy police come for me in the middle of the night? will they use ribbon and ric rac instead of rope? will i be blindfolded with strips of satin instead of a smelly old hanky? these and other questions shall, for the meantime, remain unanswered.
Here’s the scrappy chicks before we headed home. Tara is a genius at taking these photos using her very long arms. she can even get 5 people in! I used pioneer woman’s PSE hard light trick, except i used soft light coz you know, we ain’t a herd of wild mustangs; we are four ‘women of a certain age’ (well, i am).
it’s quite tragic really, as of march 26, i move into a new demographic. never again will i be able to check the ’39-44’ age group. i’ll be graduating to the 45-49 age group. are they more fun these 45-49ers? idon’t know. well i do actually. once i get there, the fun will REALLY start!
But back to the lovely soft light that envelopes the wonderful scrappy chicks. while i was at it i used the blur tool to photoshop out my crow’s feet. clearly i’m not very good at it, which is why i look like i have a lump of clay in the corner of my eye.this photo is only funny when you know my surname is bull. in fact, it's probably only mildly amusing. to me. it was at the entrance to the property opposite our scrappy cottage. it's made entirely of corrugated iron and the detail is quite clever. with any luck you will be able to click on it and see an enlargement. and i really mean luck, coz i have no idea how to make that happen on purpose.
the name of the property is 'somewhat shaggi fold', and the bull's name is 'steve'. i guess it's a local joke. definitely meaningful to those that live there for sure.
THE END! Scrappy weekend projects and completed layouts to follow in another post.