My days are blending into one another, the grey outside matching the grey in my office and increasingly in my mind. Thankfully there is light at the end of the tunnel. There is a bright, beautiful, light in the form of our new forum & gallery. All that’s left is the endless coding & mapping & setting of permissions. Not hard, just tedious, and almost done!
I haven’t dragged out my camera in over a week. I have nothing new to share, though Dane did drag me to Sensapolis and Dave did drag me to Deadpool. Instead I delved into my old blog again and I’m happily sharing a very old post from 2008. The post in which I “come out” as a Designer. I also share two of my first layouts. I wish I could find the large sizes of these!
Dane in 2008
I haven’t been blogging much lately. Wait! I lie! I haven’t been blogging here. I discovered digital scrapbooking over a year ago and, um, well, technically my friend discovered it and I lived vicariously through her amazing layouts for quite a while. I finally got up the nerve to try it myself… and got sucked in.
I got so sucked in I’m now a Digital Scrapbooking Designer for a couple of online stores (Scrappy Thoughts and Stone Accents Studio) under the name Piggyscraps Design. Yeah. Piggyscraps. That’s me (read here for more). I’m actually pretty good at updating my Piggy blog, and sometimes my personal stuff slips in but not like it did, like it should on here.
So along with the usual lose weight, get in shape New Years resolutions, I’ve also resolved to pop in here & update & blog about all the cute things (and not so cute, really) my kiddo’s do. On that note, I’ll leave you with a little cutie story that Dane managed just yesterday.
Yesterday was church. Me, my mom and the 4 little ones (and Christian would so kill me to be called a little one at 16) went & sat in the cry room… because, if you haven’t read me before, Monsigner has a major evil eye for any peep made other than “Amen” or “Praise be to Jesus”. Dane was actually pretty good, sat through most of it either on my lap, Christian’s or De Oma’s. Pretty good until we hit communion.
See by communion he was hungry and that lady handing out the host looked to him, with his baby eyes, like she was handing out cookies! He got all kinds of excited as we got closer & closer to the front of the line. And then he was skipped. She wouldn’t give him a cookie. He got bupkus.
I had to take a screaming Dane out of church. Me clinging tightly to a wildly flailing baby body, while he screamed, fairly intelligibly;
“I want one! I want one! I want ooooooooooooooooooooone!”
Tess in 2008
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