As I prepare to go away to the US for Thanksgiving as I do every year, I figured it was as good a time as any to get to working on a gratitude journal. It’s something I’ve been meaning to do for quite some time but it’s always one of those projects that gets shoved to the back burner. I admit I don’t feel like I have a lot of content for it right now, but I know it will come, and there will be times I can draw on what I’ve been grateful for in the past. For now I’m just having some fun with the process, and creating one of my wee addictions…. a mini album! 🙂 This is also 100% using my stash and I vow to not buy more for it, because it’s about the message, not the embellishments. I actually just sold a substantial amount of things at my LSS garage sale a few weeks back, and that gift certificate will be used towards a Silhouette Cameo – to do everything my Cricut was supposed to do – until the legal action. My fault for not buying an old version of the software when I had the chance, but I still can’t help but be extremely bitter towards ProvoCraft for the stance they took. Well, ProvoCraft’s loss is Silhouette’s gain as I won’t be buying further ProvoCraft products as a result, whereas Silhouette has embraced all forms of technology (which is how it should be).
Anyways, here is the chipboard cover – still a work in progress, especially the inner pages, but it’s been so far fun and so fantastic to use my stash of things I just HAD to have and has been collecting dust for years. I don’t have any set time-frame for how often I plan on jotting things down, or how many at a time, just as the mood strikes. It’s a good start. I don’t do well with rigid rules like that.
-Products used – 7 Gypsies 8×8 book boards; PP – Stampin’ UP! Good Morning Sunshine DSP; Basic Grey chipboard monogram; Teresa Collins Gratitude Journal tag matted on Wausau and Stampin’ UP! cardstock; Tattered Angels screen prints Tattered Traveler stamp stamped with Staz-On black, Adirondack acrylic paint to edges in Espresso; 7 Gypsies binderie punched; Stampin’ UP! Ticket Corner Punch; Tattered Angels Dazzling Diamonds and Crushed Shells Glimmer Mist to tag and monogram; ribbon from stash.
I wonder which special friend is getting this creation? 🙂
As seen on the mirror in the bathroom at a medi-spa/plastic surgery clinic
Oh the irony.
In my mini-blog hiatus (unintentional, I’ve just been busy and tired) I’ve had both a consult and appointment at a medi-spa/plastic surgery clinic. For the record, I’m there for medi-spa purposes, for now. The office waiting areas, decor, etc. are filled with all sorts of advertising and swag promoting all the ways they can help make you beautiful – microdermabrasion, anti-aging, chemical peel, sclerotherapy, botox, fillers; it’s truly unending. And thus the double-edged sword. The results of many of these therapies can be so rewarding. But, at what point in the never-ending quest for beauty do we just become happy and at peace with what we have and realize that we are all beautiful in our own special way? I know it sounds totally hypocritical of me to say that when I’m there “beautifying” in the first place, but its no more so than that post-it being in an office that makes a profit from people wanting to be “more beautiful”.
My esthetician and I spoke about how so many magazines geared to women just make you feel worse about yourself – the twiggy models all airbrushed to perfection, filled with products that promise to make you more beautiful, and high end clothes/shoes/purses that most normal people just don’t have the bankroll for. Is it any wonder why so many women, myself included, live in such a state of perceived dysmorphia? The killer? She is absolutely beautiful and has absolutely nothing to feel bad about. I have my flaws. I’m so far from perfect it isn’t funny. If I had an unlimited budget I’m sure I could fund the plastic surgeon’s kids and grandkids through a Harvard education with everything I’d like done. Perhaps not that excessive, but more than I’d like to admit to being so shallow and vain. I can easily tell anyone to rock what they were born with and embrace their own uniqueness that makes them special. I suck at taking my own advice.
In my opinion there is a very fine, yet distinct, line that exists between enhancing the natural, and being something you’re not. Somewhere in the middle lies just being happy in your own skin, no matter how that happens. And there is nothing wrong with that. This is me right now, perfectly imperfect, embracing some little things along the way that help make me feel happy and beautiful in my own skin.