A busy little scrapper.

I've been a bit of a lazy toad of late. Lying in the Autumn sun in front of the fire, reading, snoozing. Not in the designer catalogue ugg boot kind of way, but the teeth un-brushed, greasy hair kind of way. The dining room table, where my family is meant to dine, is askew with scraps, washi tape, blue tabs, and photos...lots of photos. Its been a busy time indulging in my love of scrapping though, especially with the week that I was hosting the Stars in their Eyes drawing to a close on Scrappin Patch. Jessy Christopher was an absolute inspiration and I loved seeing what the talented ladies submitted for the challenge. So I jumped on the Challenge band wagon too and felt the mojo surge as I entered a challenges on both Two Peas and Challenge Me Happy, and this is the sketch challenge result...

 

And this is the result for my Two Peas Weekly Sketch Challenge....

 

Hope you love, keep warm, and challenging me more!!!!

Jessy you're a STAR!

Doing the Stars in their Eyes Competition was a biggie for me as I've never really been in contact with a designer before, and believe me I was a tad nervous about asking, but the wonderful Jessy Christopher couldn't have been more gracious! (huge sigh of relief) So I really hope the girls over at scrappinpatch.blogspot.co.nz get into this challenge. Me, I had a lot of fun too, here's my take on her work...

A lost weekend...

Where did the weekend go? Did we have one? Or was it National 'rob Mother's of a weekend' weekend? Possibly because I ain't see one! And are there actually people that sleep in, read the paper over a brunch of french toast, and curl up on a sunny window sill to read with a warm cocoa in their hand? You've seen them too eh. Dressed in neutral winter tones, cable knit jerseys, designer ugg boots. I have my suspusions. Because last I looked weekends were rushed mornings with honey on stale bread. Fleeing out the door to stand for over an hour in the heavy drizzle to watch the boys play rugby, freezing my boobies off! Quick dash home to throw food down the boys necks to hurry them off to THEIR social life. Tidying the house. Gardening. Watching more rugby. Stomach growling cos I haven't had anything since the stale toast...you get the picture, not a cable knit in sight!

But get this, I did manage to Scrap, if you call rushing over to a friends, sitting there for an hour to finish off 2 unfinished layouts scrapping. Robbed of time! Oh well there is always next week.

the problem with boys...

I said these words to J1 and J2 this morning as they were dilly dallying about trying to get dressed..."if I had girls, things would be a lot more efficient in this place!" Yes it is true! Routines would be stuck to. Orders would be answered. Clothes tidy. Teeth cleaned. Hair in pretty little piggies with matching ribbons. Socks up to the knees. Bed neat as a pin. And off to school we would march with Hello Kitty backpacks filled with homework completed and gourmet lunchboxes. But no. Instead i have, bed hair. Odd socks. Toothpaste smeared over cheeky grins. Beds, as they were, strewn. Orders answered back to. Homework half done. And half of the Transformers lunchboxes are filled with leftovers of yesterdays lunch, which will happen tomorrow, then the next day, then the next day, until they finally eat that apple!!!!! **sigh**

But alas, those cheeky toothpaste grins get me every time. I try to be cross. To put order into this so called morning routine. But every time I kiss those two goodbye at the school gates, my heart bursts with pride and love...

Actually there is one problem with boys, the inability never to be able to scrap in PINK! I will be forever scrapping in blue, red and green. And so it is! There IS a problem with boys.

Over at Scrappin Patch there is this fantastic wee comp starting tomorrow, might pay to check it out if you're that way inclined. I'll be posting. It will be fabulous...

Creepy Crawlies

Head Lice!!! What is with that? Why do children with clean hair get it? Why do the Georgie Grubb's miss out on the delight of small alien creatures invading their scalp, laying more eggs than an entire poultry farm in one sitting!!!! Hence why J1 and J2 are off school today, patiently waiting for their Dad to arrive with the clippers for shearing time, alas, it's the only way. J1 is devastated that he no longer will be mistaken for a member of One Direction, but agrees that it may in fact help with speed on the rugby field. J2, well he's use to looking like he belongs in a concentration camp. Sweet wee man. And why does the mear mention of nits send my head into spasms of scratchiness? I can tell you one thing, those clippers aren't coming near me!