First of all, I hope everyone had a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. I apologized for the lateness, but everything has been nuts. This week, I am hoping that I can finally send the rest of my Christmas cards and yes, I know it is almost the middle of January.
Since last Tuesday, I lost my cell phone so the rest of this week, I have been searching the house, and cleaning. I thought it would a great time to start purging.
Well, you know the saying, “The thought was there.” Because that what it was, a thought. I have at least 20 books that needs to be bind, and all the ones that are already bounded and ready for sale. So do I need to make any more? Yes, just for myself. With all of this bookbinding, be nice to make a nice journal or a sketchbook for myself. As well since I have been sketching out ideas for cards and page layouts, I have been using.
My first run didn’t go out as planned. I didn’t throw out any. I realized that I had all of this expensive watercolor paper for some of the books that I couldn’t throw out. After the second try, I ended up throwing out the cardboard that was badly cut. Now that Michaels sells chipboard, I can use that. And why the heck, did I have small pieces of cardboard save? For mini books? Not 2 inch square books. So I managed to throw some stuff.
The albums were the same thing, it took me two tries before I actually started throwing things out. So my scrapbook tote is now organized, my bin for mail and art journaling is nicely clear up. Oh heck, even the couch looks better. I did find a pair of scissors, a missing paintbrush, some stamps and even a crochet hook. The phone was still a mystery.
The only thing that I was worried about my phone was that it all of the photos that took that I didn’t want to lose. My contract is up and I am due to a new phone which I am hoping it is better than my old one.
Lesson of the day, start saving your photos on smart chips or something. Better yet, print out your photos.
I finally found my phone today which you would never guess where. On the table. After both my mother and I went through it. Son of a gun. And the big question that I have is why didn’t I go through the table first.