There's something in the air. I don't know what it is but I feel like I'm waiting for something but I don't know what. It's definitely a "marching time" kind of vibe, it's not a bad thing, no negativity associated with it, just there's something coming down the pipe that's just for me.
Maybe I'm bored...
Anyway, I've got shots of some journal pages that I've been doing over the past few days. Some days, it just flows out of the fingers. Other days...just best to leave it alone.
It's a little obvious that I don't collage that much - mainly because I don't have the patience for it or the space and storage for keeping extra bits and pieces. Rubons, paint and maybe some chipboard is probably all I really use. I like using old book pages and acrylic photo transfers too but I never wait long enough to let it dry before putting the second layer on OR I forget to check it and I put something on top of it and there's a challenge to leave the page in one piece.
*sigh* I love paint and there's always a spot for Glimmer Mist.
And what's up with 6 year olds? I think they have too much time these days to obsess over crap. My daughter is constantly coming to me, hours after she's supposed to be asleep, to tell me about some perceived slight done to her. By me, her father, her brother, some random kid on the playground that she's already expressed at least 3 times BEFORE she went to bed the first time. Or it's a reminder about a birthday party or she has to take something to camp the next or some errand that she NEEDS me to do or get for her and it's not like I forget to do them that I need reminding, she just can't let anything go. That, she gets from her father's side.
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