Oh for heaven's sake! My workroom is bathed in sunlight, I take one, ONE photograph before the camera battery runs out and it's so dark it looks like the card isn't even white. Man, it sums up today. Well, anyway this card is one of the 'Using Acetate' workshop cards - the acetate is of course the flower, I borrowed an idea from Ann the mad scientist and roughly painted the acetate in the dry brush technique and then punched flowers from it. It went down rather well..I hope you like it too - pretend that the poor photography with the conicidental spot of sunlight is entirely intentional.
I see that Shimelle is running another scrapbooking course and lots of you are doing it and that is entirely lovely and even commendable. I'm not. I'm still less than half way through another of her courses and I'm sure if she knew she'd be ashamed of me. But my goodness me, today, I have a lesson learned that is so appropriate to the course that it's almost painful to relay and as you can tell, has altered my mood.
Tomorrow is Crop day here in Ludgershall. I love it. We open at 10.30 and at 11 one of us guides a 'lesson session'. It's great, everyone who wants to has been told during the previous fortnight what they'll need and had a butcher's at a sample LO. It's a good start to a Crop, most of us make at least one LO on the day because of it! I am the transmitter of Crop emails and blah, so I've known almost as long as the Slipper Lady, (who is our LO designer this month) what I'll need in terms of photos and papers. So naturally, I've selected a group of photos that reflect a lovely day out and will look lovely together on a multi-photo single page LO. And naturally, I've got papers in my mind, because I'm on a mission to use up some of my not inconsiderable stash. Naturally therefore, after spending some time re-sizing, playing with templates and the such, I can't get the pictures to print. As at now, I've tried 8 kerjillion times and now I'm running out of time because I have to unpack from last night, re-pack for tomorrow, kit up the other pages I plan to do and make some cookies. Oh, and Miss Dunnit's social life kicks in tonight and means we'll be alone this evening, so Mr Dunnit is threatening a cinema trip, so I haven't even got all evening to faff about with this either. It's so frustrating, thank goodness I've got time to whinge. Worse though, it's humilating to admit the lesson I've learned is a familiar one of course - don't leave it all to the last minute. And in the words of the exquisitely voiced Joan Baez - it's a lesson too late for the learning...!