It is a good day to start a blog. No? Admittedly I come late to this aspect of the internet. Admittedly I am a late adopter.
It took me ages to purchase my first pair of hip huggers. Bell bottoms? A long time too. Becoming a nurse … not until my 50's. Wait … What? These references, especially to my sartorial past, speak volumes to my present age. Alrighty then … It's never too late to start, well, just about anything!
While I was always a lover of art and creating (I was a fabulous costume-quality seamstress) my obsession with papercrafting was born when some friends invited me to an afternoon of scrapbooking. Oh, that beautiful paper: the colors, the patterns, the flowers! I loved the pens, the markers, and the stickers! Every possible emotion could be depicted, any event, holiday, travel, sport, school grade -- there was a sticker for EVERYTHING! I loved the tools too. Paper trimmers, fancy scissors, punches, stencils! I loved every one. And if the objects of my obsession were not pleasing alone, the organization and storage also provided me joy.
Crafting was put to the side when I started nursing school and then my job as an acute care nurse. But one day while scanning Father's Day cards on the rack of a local card shop, I noted on the bulletin board behind me, a class for cardmaking. I gave pause to my search, recalling my past love for creating, and did not leave the store with Father's Day cards, but rather with a few carefully chosen stamps, ink and paper to make my own.
And so it began …
While I was always a lover of art and creating (I was a fabulous costume-quality seamstress) my obsession with papercrafting was born when some friends invited me to an afternoon of scrapbooking. Oh, that beautiful paper: the colors, the patterns, the flowers! I loved the pens, the markers, and the stickers! Every possible emotion could be depicted, any event, holiday, travel, sport, school grade -- there was a sticker for EVERYTHING! I loved the tools too. Paper trimmers, fancy scissors, punches, stencils! I loved every one. And if the objects of my obsession were not pleasing alone, the organization and storage also provided me joy.
Crafting was put to the side when I started nursing school and then my job as an acute care nurse. But one day while scanning Father's Day cards on the rack of a local card shop, I noted on the bulletin board behind me, a class for cardmaking. I gave pause to my search, recalling my past love for creating, and did not leave the store with Father's Day cards, but rather with a few carefully chosen stamps, ink and paper to make my own.
And so it began …
From the Little Twinkle Suite / Stampin' UP!
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