Negativity Fades

OK, I let my passion for the good of this hobby run away with me in the wee hours of the morning. No more blog space devoted to negitivity, okay.

I am in deep like with these stickers:



I don't usually go for too many stickers...but these are so cool. They are made of thick vellum so they have a semi-transparent feel and the colors are vibrant without overpowering. I found them at Michaels while browsing for firetruck stickers. I've used them on a couple different projects today. Here's one, a 6x6 card that used these snappy stickers and a scrap of patterned paper I've been hoarding for too long:



Stickers: Sticko by EK Success
Cardstock: Bazzill
Patterned Paper: Making Memories
Ribbon: Offray
Eyelets: Prym Dritz
Tag: Avery
Safety Pin: Making Memories
Jewelry Tag: Avery
Blue Pen: Zig by EK Success

I have been hoarding all the scraps of that Making Memories striped paper. I love it! It's cardstock weight patterned paper...I love that stuff despite the extra that it costs. That's good stuff!

Speaking of firetrucks, j is coming home from 6 days with Gram and Popa tomorrow. He's ready. Very ready, from the sound of things. I still can't believe how much one person can change the entire dynamic of a household. And how did I not know that?

Minor meltdown this morning...G was sitting at my desk as I worked, puttering around with whatever he could find. He got his hands on a new bag of empty wooden thread spools. Ripped open the bag and was having a delightful time stacking them and knocking the stacks off the desk. All is well until I hear him gagging and sputtering. All I can think is "Oh my goodness...he's swallowed a spool." He sputters for a moment and then starts asking for a drink. He's not choking and he's breathing and talking fine, but there are spools all over the place and I take a long hard look at them. Could he have actually swallowed a wooden spool? Where's that safety gadget thingie when you need it? Those are pretty big. But my boys have always been over-achievers...they get it from their father...Could he?

Frantically, I rummage around for the mangled package. It says there should be 20 spools. I make stacks of spools on the desk, praying that I can locate all 20. Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen...um. Of course. There's one missing. By this time there's a small war going on in my soul. Could he have really swallowed a spool? They are kinda big. What happens if he did? I can't know if he did without a trip to the ER because he looks fine and he's breathing fine. Joal's in Bowling Green today. He'll come if I call of course...but what if he rushes home and g didn't swallow a spool after all? Those spools sure are big. He's only 2. I couldn't swallow a spool that size...but then I wouldn't put it in my mouth to begin with.

Maybe I should make one more pass under my desk in hopes of finding #20 before I really panic. A rubber stamp and a sock (ewww)...some paper giblets...and yes, there's spool #20. Thank you, Lord.

Sorry, baby. The spools are going in a drawer. Crisis averted.

In other news, my little birdie friends are gone. "Flew the coop" as it were. I will miss them. I wish I could hang a bird nest vacancy sign out on the tree, in hopes that some other birds would make use of this well-cared-for home in my tree. Maybe someday.

"It was nice knowing you, my little friends. Farewell and be safe.
Thank you for enriching our lives with your beauty."