Friday, February 27, 2009

Reveal Time

So...I started this mini-scrapbook in November in the hopes of giving it to The Boy for Christmas. Um. Yeah. Apparently, I don't work well with crafting deadlines. Oops? 

What I learned from this little project (other than I suck at deadlines), is the only way to escape uber-preciousness while scrapbooking, and this is not a sure thing either, is to use random things for the background. Above, I used part of a San Francisco Bread Company's print catalogue, a Woot t-shirt bag, and a sale add from an Asian grocery store from our trip to California this summer. (Yes, I am a pack rat.) Its cheaper (if you don't count the cost of the airline ticket) and its recycling. What's not to love?  

I also made the Boy a braclet with some embrodiery floss. I don't know why I didn't think to take a picture of it in full, but you'll just have to believe me that it is rainbow goodness incarnate.
Anyway, that's what I've been up to in the crafty department as of late. Feel free to comment and let me know what you've been up to, you know, if you want to share or whatever... ^_^


Anonymous said...

This is an awesome idea, and you are an awesome person. :D

I've been .. doing stuff. Like class and work. :D And thinking of things to start crafting/building/programming. Pretty much the usual. :)

Anonymous said...

AWW you + the boy are adorable. granted, you are adorable enough alone, but the two of you combined = captain universe or the power rangers or something. i am also impressed by your craftfulness.

Ms. L said...

Aww, you guys are so nice! Thank you! ^___^

Arcane Artist said...

I like the vintage aspect of it, the the bread club background makes me laugh. Tt reminds me that according to face book you <3 bread ^_^. I dig the bracelet too.

I also like how you always refer to him as "the boy", lol.

This is Stephanie BTW. I have joined the Blogger bandwagon :D

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