An icy look

More playing around. We went to our local Winterfest last weekend, where they had all these cool ice sculptures...chairs and tables made of ice next to a fireplace of ice...very cool. I was trying to make my page look more "icy" to go with the pics. It's hard to see in the picture but I used this blue glitter behind the title. Then over the word "Winterfest" I put crystal effects (a clear glaze). The iridescent beads also help the look. Makes me cold just thinking about it. :)

This was a challenge on CK's site to scraplift an CK artist.  I scraplifted a page from Jennifer McGuire, found on page 33 in the Dec. 07 issue of Creating Keepsakes.

Experimenting

I have been trying to creat unique flowers on my pages, and they never quite turn out the way I think they will. But that is ok! I am experimenting! Seeing what things look like! It's exciting and fun, and a huge part of why I scrapbook.

Flowers

It is not often that I get to make a page featuring flowers since I am in a family of boys...but I am SUCH a "flower" person. I love them and wish I could use flowers on every page. So when I came across Creating Keepsakes call for making your own flowers, I jumped on the chance. I plan to try to make a few more pages as well. I am very pleased with the way this one turned out. Man--it feels so good to be scrapbooking again!

Finally

So, we have a new house. Bought it in September and been working on it ever since. Now we are finally moved in (mostly), and although there is more work to be done I just HAD to stop and create a scrapbook page! I was in withdrawel! So, it's not my favorite, but it sure feels good to scrapbook again:

I scraplift

Yes, it is true. On occassion...I scraplift. I always feel guilty though. Magazines say it is fine...people say it is fine. I personally do not mind if someone scraplift's my work...in fact it is a compliment. So...I shouldn't feel guilty. It's fun, and I have many beautiful layouts because of scraplift. So, if you, like I, feel guilty about copying someone else's work...don't! Just don't take credit for it as your own :)

The top pictures are of my scraplift...and the last one is of the original. The original can be found in "101 Things You Can Do With Your Scrapbook Supplies, with Jennifer McGuire." This was one of Creating Keepsake's special issues. The layout I lifted is on page 21, and the original artist is Kelly Noel.

Women's Retreat

Lately I have felt like I am slipping away from my Lord, Jesus Christ. The “stuff” just keeps getting in the way. I am not making time for Him. Sadly, I am not spending time in prayer. I am not reading my Bible. I am just busy, busy, busy…even if it is just being busy with nothingness. But I have felt it…the drifting away…the NEED for HIM. That is why I was excited for this women’s retreat this weekend. It was through my church. I was excited enough that I showed up in the first minute of check-in time, leaving an hour to sit and wait for it to start. I was so glad to be there…I needed to be there! That, of course, is when the headache came. I tried to ignore it, but it got worse and worse. Soon, I had to leave the activities and go up to my hotel room where I threw up for the next hour and a half before I had my husband come and pick me up. Yep, I had a very inconvenient and unpleasant migraine. I left my highly anticipated women’s retreat. I was devastated. What happened? I needed to be there Lord—didn’t I? It wasn’t until today (when I was feeling better) that I realized that as much fun as the retreat would have been…I didn’t need it…I needed Him. This has been the case all along. I don’t need the retreat, or my desired Bible study to start to bring me closer to Him. I just need to do it on my own.

This blog

I do not mind if people read my blog, or even comment. But I do not intend to promote it, because its main purpose is for me. My spiritual journal…my spiritual journey. So if you have stumbled across this, feel free to read it and struggle alongside me in this journey we call life. Anybody that comes this way must be brought by God, because you won’t have come here because of me.