Framed Layout & Washing Clothes
A layout for you today! I’m back into doing some scrapbooking- mostly due to this scrapbooking site- CSI: Color, Stories, Inspiration Go and have a look- there’s a great gallery. If you want an invite, email me and I’ll send you a link email. Each week they have a new challenge and you have to include a selection of elements and they also provide free digital Printables that I’ve included on this page. You can see the frames, the ‘sweet’ part of the title, the hinge and some of the ‘ribbon type banners’.
I started to try and size my photos perfectly to fit the frames and as I was overlaying the frames- I preferred the way they looked. So that style morphed. They also create printable papers- I printed some of the checked paper onto thick vellum to add a different texture.
The ‘bricks’ were also part of the printable hoard and I chopped them up and spaced them slightly to make them a bit more realistic. It was only whilst doing that I realised that the photo of me had a backdrop of bricks too. Coincidental!! Id love to say I planned it all that way- but then I’d not be very truthful. A little trick with scrapbooking is if you’re wanting to combine photos that don’t match colour-wise, just print them black and white. My picture of the roses fitted the colour brief perfectly so they stayed in colour. The contrast of the colour and black and white adds something to the page too.
Today I’m sorting out one of the teenagers rooms. It feels quite like a conquering process! I rarely go in and sort- I’ve learned that there are some battles not worth fighting. If they want to live in abject filth- then that’s their prerogative. They’re pretty good at sending down their own washing. Well they have to. Part of their transition to adulthood in our house goes something like this- ‘if you don’t bring your clothes down, they won’t get washed. If you don’t bring them down then you’d better wash them yourself!’
Sounds harsh? Well, it works really smoothly. They’ve learned the hard way once or twice and since then- the clothes come down weekly. After all, one day, I won’t be there to bug them and I want them to leave home with a sense of how to live with some semblance of order.
I saw someones FB status recently about how they felt sad because their child had left home. It’s going to come around quicker for us than we imagine. I know one day the house will be silent(ish). No squabbles, no teasing, tears, mess or mammoth washing. Will I miss it – yes of course ( maybe not all of it!!).
See you when I’ve managed to escape from tidying the house xx