Last night I got home and made a bird house out of a shoe box and a pencil for Sean. He has a parrot toy that can go on his wrist, and he was convinced that he needed a house for the bird. He wanted something made of wood. I thought, there is your new shoe box. It’s the perfect size for a bird to sleep in. I used my exacto knife to make a window, then poked holes into the sides with my crop-o-dile. I stuck the pencils through the holes, and there you have it. Bird House for a bird toy. Sean decorated the box with stickers that I had in my stash. He was so happy. The bird went to bed in the box, and slept next to him in bed. He took the bird, and the bird house to Andrea’s this morning. Since he is three and fickle, I doubt it will last long. But it is cute for now.
This week on the Mother Load we are thinking about our process. I always, always pick pictures first. Then, I pick paper. Depending on my mood, I pick patterned paper or cardstock. Then I pull out a journaling tag. I always journal, and I want to make sure that I have something I can journal on, just in case I forget to leave room to journal. Then I embellish. It’s hard, sometimes I pick out something I really want to work with, and it just doesn’t work. Other times, everything just comes together and I’m happy as a clam.
I’ve been, well, bored with the photos in my box. So, I’ve been using recent pictures, or going back and pulling things off of a disk. So, here we have John and I, the night before we got married. To be honest, things are a bit tough right now. I look at this picture and I think about all the hopes and dreams I had then, and how so many have crashed and burned. Being sick, not being on the same page about things when you thought you were, a three year old pulling at you constantly… It’s all draining and well just hard. Marriage is hard. Being a Mom is hard. I wouldn’t change being married, or being a mom, but I would change how I voiced my opinion. I would be more forceful, and not back down, give up, as I have been doing. So here we are, the three of us, John, Sean and I. Sean is there, under my dress, as he would say… right before everything changed. There was no turning back.
PP: Studio Calico. Border: Bazzil. Cardstock: Bazzil. Letters: October Afternoon, American Crafts. Tag: Amy Tangerine. Embellies: Websters Pages, Studio Calico, Jillibean Soup, Heidi Swapp, Tim Holtz, Little Yellow Bicycle. Ink: Tim Holtz. MIst: Tattered Angels
This will change tonight. I added the journaling digitally. I’ll be handwriting it in tonight, now that I know where I want to put it. 
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