There is a scrapbooking store here in my home city that offers classes and contests and all sorts of scrapbook related (heavily estrogen enriched) activities. One of the things they offer twice a month is an all day crop. From opening at 10:00 am, until midnight that night, you can come and sit in a room full of other scrapbooking women and make pages until your eyes turn to patterned paper, and your fingers bleed from the paper cuts.
In addition to the inspiration of plagiarizing other people’s pages watching other women scrapbook, you also get free access to all of the store’s die cut machines, punches, and other nifty machines. PLUS, if you’re a “fly by the seat of your pants” scrapbooker like I am, you can come to a page and look at it and think “Ugh. It needs something else. But what?” And guess what? You’re in a scrapbooking store with a selection of chipboard cutouts, rub-ons, paper, stickers, embelleshments etc. all for sale.
You may remember back in November I blogged about my need for ten hours of uninterrupted scrapbooking time in order to get my mackerdoodle’s baby book caught up, before I begin another. Shortly after that blog, I signed up for an all day crop at this local store. Of course, I work every Friday, but I thought I’d have an early supper and get between six and seven hours of scrapbook time in. I was really looking forward to it. Until my phone rang, just as I was finishing up my Subway sandwich. The mackerdoodle was throwing up at home, and Jonathan needed two extra hands to clean both of them (and the floor, and the couch) up.
I know it’s now the middle of January, but last Friday I was able to get to my first all day crop. It was an “All By Myself” evening like I haven’t had since the mackerdoodle arrived. Sure, there was no chick flick, but I had chick conversation and I got to eat cheese dip for supper (not ONLY cheese dip) and I stayed out until 11:30 at night! I know! I’m a wild child!
The next day was a pretty easy day: the mackerdoodle and I went grocery shopping, and I did some laundry. After lunch, I mentioned to Jonathan that the mackerdoodle had been pretty clingy.
Jonathan responded with, “Well, she’s not used to you being gone for supper, bath time and bed time.” (and here is were I remind you that he is MY husband, which makes him TOTALLY TAKEN) “So if she was really clingy today, ” he continued (remember: taken) “I think you should go out for the evening more often so she can learn that you will come back when you go out.”
Oh yeah. He said I should go out MORE OFTEN. I have a GOOD husband! Who’s taken. He’s totally taken.