Ahhhhh! NOW! Gimme now! Uppercase writing!

SO MUCH TO SURF, SO LITTLE TIME!

And here I sat for a couple of days towards the end of the christmas holiday and were all like "I'm bored. I have nothing to do." and BAM, within 40 hours of the real life starting again, I realise that scrapbooking exists. Now, I know that it has existed for a LONG time, and I've been working on my collection of papers, scrambly bits and pieces, glitters, minature stuff, pearls, vintage looking papers and all that kind of stuff, but yet, I just couldn't come up with anything more to do with it. I saved it all for the day when inspiration would come like a slap in the face. Roamed stores after pretty things while bf asked me what I would do with it.
"I dunno. Something pretty!"
He just looked at me with this "mad woman" look and slowly made it for the door, sitting himself down on the bench outside to surf the latest computery stuff. Stereotypes? Not in this family!......

Anyways, that moment when I realise what to do with my collected goods that I've been waiting for, that moment is now. Well, three hours ago. When I found vintage looking papers littered with copper metallic paint on the local fiddlystuffbotique. I skipped home and stroked the papers gently. Though about what I would do with it. I've had these plans for a wall in the upstairs hallway since we moved here, but bf looked at me funny when I said that I would probably plaster the whole thing with pretty stuff. Psch. He needs a kick in the butt to get him further out of his little box and realise that a wall filled with gems, glitter and vintage looking stuff is GOOD. GOOD!

Also, this whole surfing the internet while shrieking "THAT'S SO PRETTY, LOOK BF! LOOK!" makes time fly so fast, and soon it's time to go to work again. Ie, wait work out so I can go home and surf some inspiration and then (probably) build myself a very pretty little blinged up vintaged owl. You heard me. Owl. Those are great, aren't they? So cute and in so many different shapes and forms.

Also, don't tell bf I just spent an unordinate amount of (at least it's my own) money on an order containing brown and coppery and bronzy colours and glitteres, distress inks and PRETTY THINGS.

I can just feel that friggin lost creativity throw itself into the world again. I've missed it. Years of being REALLY broke/having too much to do in school really puts a stamp on creating things (that is not like gift wrappers on wardrobes). Eep.

Gotta get dressed.