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Preserving your memories for a lifetime
Remember awhile back when I blogged about this little crafty project? And I told you that I justified it by taking photos so that I could still post the details to my photoblog? Yeah… well I did it again.
I’m bitten by the craft bug. If you don’t believe me, just come & take a peek into my spare bedroom. It’s terrifying (slightly less so since I took the time to organize a bit a few days ago) to say the least. I have tubs full of fabric scraps. Ribbon, notions, buttons, fabrics (some of which are too fabulous to part with even the tiniest scrap of). I’m always looking for something to do with those scraps – some way to use them up and showcase their fabulosity. Most recently, I came up with the idea of making quiet books. This was my first attempt and I thought I’d share it here!

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I don’t have photos of the actual steps I used in this process (only ones of the finished product), but it’s super duper easy.
Here are a few photos of my finished project! Oh and ps, for all the moms out there – this book really is “quiet”. As in it makes no sound. Making it perfect for church, weddings, or any other occasion where you need to busy the kid(s) but need them to be quiet!









Because I can get photos like this in the back of it…

And another fave from today.

And THIS, my dear interwebs, is why I’m a sucker for a serious faced child.

Bestill, my maternal heart.
So I went on & on the other day about how fabulous the sunrise is… and last night, on my way home from the session )which I blogged earlier)…


I couldn’t not share this, too.
I love being up for the sunrise. It reminds me of when I was a junior high school student & my girlfriends and I would stay up all night to watch that big ball of light come up, that was our cue to go to bed.
It’s a shame more people don’t take advantage of getting up early, I think, because you miss out on seeing awesomeness and some of the best light ever invented.




If you’ve ever met me (or seen me, ever) then you know that I’m a little freakishly fair-skinned. More like pink. Or red. I suppose it’s all up to interpretation. Regardless, you should know that I am pretty much the ONLY person in my entire family who suffers from a lack of pigmentation. It’s unfair – less so now that I’m in my thirties and can pretty much do whatever I want, but when I was a kid and we would take family vacations or go to the pool, I was always THAT girl. Amongst other reasons, my fair skin caused me to have to be the one who wore a t-shirt (always white) to swim and I was called out of the pool every hour to reapply sunblock, lest I turn into a lobster who had to bathe in aloe vera & Aveeno (no one likes that).
So, you can imagine my excitement when we recently discovered that my mom’s nearby neighbor not only has a pretty fabulous indoor swimming pool (ok, so we always knew she HAD the pool, we just weren’t sure how to touch it with our own hands), but that she also doesn’t mind the neighbor kids (that would be me) and grandkids (that would be the two adorable children shown below) swimming in it! Wooooot! Can I get a what-what from all my fellow fair-skinned peeps out there?
I didn’t think the lighting at the pool would be good enough to risk getting my *real* camera wet, so I was unarmed the other day when we swam… but I snapped these with my iPhone and I heart them, so I’m sharing them with you.
Next time, I’ll take a better camera.





See, mom, it IS possible to only get your head in a photo.
Making a commitment to return to blogging more – which means that you will either have to scroll through my words to see the pretty pictures, or read them. Either way, it’s your choice. I like to offer choices to my peeps. (You’re welcome).
I realize all the time that I don’t take enough photos of my own life – my boys, my dogs, my world. I mean, sure I snap lots of iPhone photos (most of which are horrendous, but I keep them all anyway because I’m terrified of deleting things), but I need to make a better effort of capturing my own life, in between capturing yours.
My boy let me photo him yesterday. He is so much more mature than, well, me. He’s like a little man now (in some ways, he always has been) and I was sad about that at first, but now I realize how lucky I am to get to watch him grow.

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