I hate buttons and other thoughts

I love digital scrapping, I don't do it that much, it's a bit like my beading and knitting, but when I do it I really get into it and enjoy it. Today I discovered that I hate "button" embellishments, I have tried and tried to make them work in my layouts and I just don't like the way it looks. I've looked at other peoples layouts and quick pages that use buttons and they all look great, but once I try and use one, yuck! I'm not ready to delete them from my hard drive, they surely may come in handy one day for that right picture but for now, I just hate them.

Another reason that I like to scrap is it feels rather personal and affectionate. I have not shown many of my pieces to those the pictures incorporate so they wouldn't know or care, but when I chose a photo it really makes me think of that person and the papers and elements that would suit them, that reflect them...oh I'm so deep LOL! But take these two I did for my parents, I really tried to capture colours I knew they would like, that suited their personality. I have some lovely glitter kits but they just wouldn't suit my dad and the kit I used was from a French designer, even though we are not French although our heritage stems from there, I think the colours are really him. Whatever, I'm raving on... I did my mothers one quickly and without hesitation (maybe as we are so close), but I have been working and looking for the exact right kit for my dad so it have been in the making for a couple of weeks.


Credits: "Terre d'Argile" Kit by Scrap-shop.fr


Credits: Heavenly Scraps - Chris Young

Reminder post:

Do a book review of "The memory Keepers Daughter".

Happy Birthday Little Man

Where have the years gone and what has happened to my little baby? Who is this big boy with his MP3 player?

Happy Birthday my Little Honey!

Book & Movie review: Running with Scissors

Firstly I just have to show off my new bookmark, it's called a book thong and is basically a piece of string with a few beads dangling at either end of it.


I saw one at Borders bookstore and thought that it was a clever idea but at a ridiculous $14 there was no way I was buying one. I dragged out my beading bag and hey presto, 1 personal book thong for zippo using some left over beads. And here it is doing what it was created for:


Now onto my review. I actually managed to read and then watch the movie based on the book and I'm rather shocked to say that the movie was better then the book.

Running with Scissors is a memoir of Augusten Burrows, simply put that poor man had a very strange upbringing and I can see how he thought it would make a good book. My personal memoir would be boring and on the never ever to be published list! His mother was mentally unbalanced and rather selfish, his father seemed to give up on his odd family in the first few pages and his new adopted family was simply "way out there", like when people whisper to each other, "these people heads are in space... obviously on drugs...not all there...certainly not normal". I almost gave up on the book half way through, but I battled on as I wanted to know what happened to poor Augusten. Well his alive and kicking and seems to have moved on from the experiences of his youth - good for your Augusten!

The movie, had me at a lot of "huh?", "what?", "that's not in the book" and I even check the book twice to see if I missed pages. I've seen movies in my time and movies based on books, and generally they try to capture the story line but miss crucial parts even omit chapters, but to change it completely was a first for me and that is what I felt between the book and it's movie. Yes there was a boy, his mother and his odd adopted family but so many characters were missing, he had a brother - poof gone, One daughter came across as a total loon in the movie, not so in the book, there was also another 2 daughter's in the book - poof gone. But even with all the missing characters it was an easy to watch movie, I doubt I would have watched it if I had not read the book.

I don't think I would recommend either to anyone but each to their own and it could not have been a best seller if everyone thought it was as crap as I did.