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rain in pdxThroughout the weekend I made a list of everything I needed to do Monday.  My list got longer and longer, and by Sunday night it looked like Santa’s list of the good and the bad, rolling onto the floor.  I went to bed early Sunday night with slightly bitter anticipation of the next day’s errands and chores.

I woke up Monday morning to a torrential downpour that was so lound it drowned my thoughts out…then it drowned the tv out.  Then I felt my house shake a little bit.  Looking outside at the sheets of rain, I resigned to the fact that it probably wasn’t a good day to go out.  The weather man advised against it.

As I cozied into the couch I realized that my list was comprised of tasks that were 99% out-of-house.  I didn’t mind that I had to stay in, especially since the 1% of my list that was in-house was crafting! (it’s always on my to-to list.)  Still in my robe and slippers, coffee in hand, I began to climb the stairs to my attic (where my crafting nook resides) and I heard the weatherman on tv say something about traffic, accidents and roof damage.  No matter to me…I had plans!

The ritual of organizing my paper and booktape, my music and my newfound materials is always exciting.  Maybe mother nature wanted me to cut and paste today, I thought.  This is fate.  I’m not supposed to run errands.  I’m supposed to create! I thumbed through my craft book, decided on a great journal project and turned to my desk.

Something didn’t look right.

I scanned for a moment, and then it hit me: I was out of glue.  Errand #1 on my list: stop by the paper store for book glue.

Torture and agony!  Mother Nature was playing games with me!  The weather man was in on it!  The glue factory makes the bottles too small!   with So, my Monday was spent trapped creationless in a soggy house with every craft supply on earth… and no glue.  To an artist, it can’t get much worse.  I was crabby all day.

The theme of my story?

Rain, rain, down the drain,

I think I might go insane.

I forgot I’m outta sticky,

Now my attitude is icky.

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No, really. I dug and dug.

The Cat Foto BookI’m so excited!  This weekend my husband, Ty, took me to the biggest, craziest thrift store I’ve ever seen.  I got to dig through the thrift-junk and filled a cart full of old photo albums, paper and terribly abused books to renew!  This is a Foto Book called The Cat.  I made it using a dilapidated photo album, a ripped-up and scribbled-on Cat In the Hat book and some old cardstock!  It’s one of my favorite pieces so far.

Flowerflip Recipe Book

Flowerflip Recipe Book

I also made this cute little recipe book.  I found some old recipe cards in a box that looked like they were from the 1970’s, all yellowed but in great condition.  I used the box for the cover, drilled some holes and bound it all with an old metal coil binder.

Rummaging through items that most would deem garbage, turning it into a great new thing and sharing it with all of you is so fun!  I’m like a plastic surgeon for paper.

I’s like to thank my husband for spending his weekend (after working a 60 hour week,) with me rooting through the thrift store.  Wonder if he’ll go again next weekend?

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When I was a little girl I was told, “When you get older, you should so something that you love.”

When I started college my advisor told me, “Do something that you love. And that makes money.”

When I graduated college, my peers told me, “Do something that you love.  That hopefully makes money. No matter what, do something you believe in.”

In searching for the perfect career, post-graduation, I’ve come across about a zillion obstacles.  Most jobs require “experience”.  Some pay great, but would require me to do things my heart won’t let me do.  Some are fabulous and rewarding but don’t pay (volunteer.)  Some are a 1/20394875234 chance, and since they can’t see my shiny face and good heart in my resume, the experienced shmo gets the job.

I did some soul searching.  I wondered what it might be like to invent my dream job and then get hired for it.  I knew I wanted something I was good at, but something that I could learn way more about and become a master.  I knew I wanted it to pay me.  I don’t need a million-zillion, but I do want to support my home in a good way.  I knew I wanted to provide a good, real, true service to people.  Something that would soften hearts.  Something that might assist in the goodness and love and faith in people.  I wanted something that required me to extend myself, kind of as a bridge between the people and the romance, you know?

It’s hard to explain.

My talents are caring, organization, assisting those that need, gifting, arranging, leading, logic, design, crafting and a few others. Kind of a lot of good-quality, random talents.

While I’m contemplating my career/job saga, I’m cutting and pasting.  I think I was making a folder/organizer/dayplanner/reciept holder kinda thing.

Weird how I’m pondering my destiny as I’m holding paste in my hand.

Until I become a ceo of a huge organization that just gifts everybody everywhere, I’m starting my career path into crafts.  If you are getting a mental image of Sarah Palin gluing yarn hair on a doll….don’t.

My crafts are mostly paper.  I make photo albums, journals, recipe books, notebooks, stuff like that.  To date all of my creations are unique, and make with recycled materials.  I love to buy an old photo album from a thrift store for a dollar, slowly tear it to it’s bare bones and rebuild it with style, durability and usability in mind.  It’s almost an act of respect, in a weird way: in addition to recycling materials, I’m giving a used item a new life.  Maybe a photo album that held memories for 25 years deserves to be renewed.  It’s a special and important job, holding memories.

So that’s what I hope to do.  I want to be the vessel between people and their thoughts and memories.  Maybe even between a person, their thoughts and another person.  Making the tools that people use to store and communicate their most special life moments is nothing short of an honor for me.

As I begin this adventure, thus far, I only have one motto: do something that you love.

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