I'm frustrated. I'm frustrated with things I can't control. I'm frustrated with people I can't control. So as I sat at the computer chewing on the 1/2 of fingernail I had left, I realized I needed to do something to combat my frustration. Then I saw a box.
A box delivered about a month ago from the fabulous Heather Ann. I somehow managed to win one of her contests at Christmas time and she sent a box full of paper scrapping supplies. A box she filled up way too full. Thanks Heather!!
When it arrived, I ripped it open and googled over it all. Papers, ribbons, buttons, embellishments, stamps....things I love to look at, but, frankly, am frightened to use. So after I man-handled it all, organized it, and reorganized it, I put it all back in the box and set it aside.
When I started digital scrapping after Cooper was born, I quickly realized I hated the mess that paper scrapping created. And I hated the "too-much" time that it took. And I hated that I always messed up and couldn't fix it. With digi-scrapping, I don't have those issues. I can sit down at the computer and have three layouts done in a night. With paper scrapping, it took me something like a month to do three layouts. I so admire those people that can work with paper and make it look effortless and beautiful at the same time.
But today, I was frustrated. Irritable and frustrated. So I decided to fight fire with fire. Or rather, fight frustration with something that frustrates me even more. I was going to tackle that box of paper supplies and I was going to win!
I decided to make something that could be used over and over, so I went to the basement and retrieved some cans. My husband still gawks at me for buying 36 plain paint cans, but I thinks it's one of the best investments I ever made.
Here they are pre-whooping...
Is that really a Curious George band-aid stuck to the cedar chest? Oh, my.
So anyway, I picked my colors and papers and went to work with the double-stick tape.
Painted, added ribbons and embellies and called it done.
Now the kids have Easter pails that the Easter Bunny can deliver goodies in. In fact, I helped him out a little and loaded them up already.
All ready for delivery, and then the kids can use them to find the eggs he dropped.
And, it seems, for a few moments, my frustrations have subsided. Thank you paper scrapping. I'll see you in few months. Maybe.