A little workshop, and week 2 of SLYMI

Quite a scrappy weekend for me - today I got to hold a mini workshop with a friend's daughter and a her friend, where I taught them how to make a folding flap-book. They did really well to get it made and fully embellished in four hours. The photos don't really do their work justice, since I didn't have great light to take them in, but they looked great in real life, and I think the girls were pleased with what they had achieved.

Last night I spent the evening in ye olde crafty room and, almost unbelievably, completed week 2 of the SLYMI challenge. The prompt this week is hearts or stars. I have done hearts. In felt with real live stitching. Yes, I know, I am incredible. Lol.

That's better

Re-vamped and better for it I think. Now week 2 - Hearts or stars.

Vi-ggo-go-go

Bugger all to do with scrapping or anything I have blogged about recently, but really got the hots for Mr Mortensen, above. Or rather, after watching the Lord Of The Rings Trilogy with Oliver, think I have fallen for the Character of Aragorn. Since I then made the effort to look up his other films and some tasty pictures on a google search I think I have just bought my ticket into the sad world of potential stalker.

Meanwhile, back in the real world, I have done my first layout of the year for the 'Scrap It Like You Mean It' challenge on UKS. Another Shimelle-inspired scheme where there is 'inspiration' posted each week for you to do a layout, theory being that you get into the habit of scrapping regularly. The first weeks is your favourite colour. Since I don't really have a favourite, I have used colours I like to scrap with - muted blues/creams/pale yellow/grey to do this:


Which I liked, up until the point I did the r, k & s like this:

and now I hate it. And now I have to pick all the bits off I DO like and re-do it. The second weeks challenge is already up - hearts, I think, and so the catch up begins....sigh.

We came back from a New Year's Hol in Tenerife with my Mum & Dad on Sunday, and whilst I would say much of Tenerife is concrete world, the climate is beautiful, and the Brit element appealed to me as I felt quite safe & homey there. Not the point of travel at all, I do appreciate.

This is Oliver using his Nan as a cushion.

Yes, it really was warm enough to go in the sea. In January. Easily. Couldn't help but imagine what these Tenerife wimps would make of plunging into the sea in in Britain at the height of summer. Heart-attack material.

Mount Teide on New Year's Day. Mark has the better pic of this, since it was him Oliver was posing for, not me.

On Tuesday, we took in a meal at Pizza Express, chosen more for their acceptance of Tesco Clubcard tokens rather than their quality food, and then, as a surprise for Oliver, went to the Theatre to see Sleeping Beauty. It was fab - very, very funny and very well done. I drank a litre and a half of water though - after wine and a chilli pizza I had the thirst of - well, a thirty person really. Here is a pic of the view from Pizza Express - unrivalled I think in the City really, since it looks out on the magnificent west front of the Cathedral. so near Christmas, just as dusk was falling, it all felt so very, very atmospheric and lovely. Warm fuzzy feeling alert.

As if working at the hospital on Christmas Eve and Boxing Day wasn't enough, I found myself paying a visit on Christmas Day too! But as a paying customer, sorry - patient - not as an employee. Well - Oliver was the patient. He's been running a temperature for a few days, but very well in himself and we'd had the normal Christmas morning thrill of pressies and excitement, and we were settling down to a game when I noticed he seemed to have a rash. ANYway, we took him to A&E and after a very boring hour's wait - he doesn't have dengue fever, he has a viral rash. And this is him with his DS and new game (and in Christmas clothes) waiting to be seen. This was in the children's 'play area' of the waiting room, which contained the sofa Oliver is lounging on, and a book of nursery rhymes. Bugger me. This is a stretch of the definition of 'play area' if EVER I saw it....

We went on to have a lovely Christmas lunch at the in-laws and a walk through the country lanes and then on to my family for tea and undercurrents. Although I love my family dearly, I am finding it increasingly difficult to enjoy and like them, and found myself longing to be back at the in-laws where we had been welcomed with affection and laughter......

We are off on hols with my Mum & Dad, for the first time, so hope it all goes well. Would really like to enjoy it for lots of reasons. Will report back.

The only creative thing I have done in the last few days is finish off altering some wooden letters for my nieces. They seemed well-received.

glitterpants

Well, maybe not in my pants, but in my hair, on my face, clothes, cat and child. Bloody stuff. And I could only get the really, really super-crap stuff which is as fine as icing sugar and packaged, can you believe, in teeny flimsy plastic bags and sellotaped in with super-strong wide sellotape so trying to get it all out results in showers of glitter and much swearing.

Anyway, I think Oliver enjoyed himself - it was nice to set aside some arts and craft time and grit my teeth to get on with it. The resultant mess is making me a bit tearful lol, but he seems truly happy so that's OK.

And we made a snowstorm, but being very boy-sy, Oliver doesn't have cutesy animals or fairies to put in it, so his has a skeleton tomb warrior in it. Very Christmassy dontcha think?

Had a brill time at my crop - I completed four, yes four, layouts. AND a Christmas card for Mark. And ate loads. Then topped off the day with a meal at Bella Italia. Ah, so blissful.

Here are my layouts:

This one is one of my favourite photos of Oliver when he was little. We were flying off on Christmas Eve to spend Christmas and New Year with Mark's sister and family who, at the time, lived in Le Vesinet in Paris. Their house was so, so beautiful in a most gorgeous and posh area of Paris. I had a wonderful time there and have nothing but fond memories of it.

This layout is done with some of the most recent photos of Oliver on one of our frequent trips out to get him used to riding his bike. Being home taught I try to get him out regularly to do something and this is one of our favourites.

I wanted to scrap these photos and wanted to use this paper and badge embellishment as they all tie up so nicely, but there really is nothing Pirate-like about being on a swing, so wasted time at the crop thinking of a relevant title. In the end, another lady came up with this one. I am not proud, I'll take it.

This is the most simple layout I have ever done, and whilst I shy away from cheesy sentiment on Scrapbook papers in the main, this quote strikes a chord with me, and the photo I have chosen to use with it echoes the words perfectly. It says: 'Enjoy the little things for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things.'

Food facts

Pate has drugs in it. So too do Pringles, emmental cheese and savoury snacks of all types, particularly dry roasted peanuts and twiglets.

I don't think I can risk having ANY of the above products in the house at all over Christmas since I have already wolfed my way through 2 tubes of Pringles (in 2 consecutive evenings), and then an obscene amount of pate (on offer at Somerfield - they should be due for a drugs bust soon) a couple of days later. And I'm not talking a bit of pate on a bit of baguette here, I'm talking a whole one of those big long french loaves, and finishing the evening standing at the fridge door like a slavering dog with a spoon demolishing what was left in the pate packs. So, so bad.

Don't think I can bear to journal my gluttony in my JYC. I am now up to day 3 - don't laugh, I haven't got a whizzy printer like everyone else (you know who you are) so I have to rely on the likes of J Sainsbury to print up my pics for me - I will always be behind!! Am picking pics up on Saturday morning in time for my crop. A whole day of me me me time. Ah, total blissful scrappiness.