I am part of an absolutely fabulous book club (appropriately named) “Literary Lushes”.
We meet about once a month to discuss amazing books and drink high-end wine.
I love it. These ladies are some of the most wonderful women that I’ve ever met (including my dear mother-in-law).
When I found this paper in one of the new DCWV stacks, I knew it was perfect for my book club photos.
The paper was pretty perfect on its own, but I jazzed it up a bit with pearl earrings and bling-dazzling jewelery. I also matted the page with black and pink glitter card stock. I topped the layout off with some retro-inspired crystal brads.
I’ve been having lots of fun with the Basic Grey Oliver line lately. I bought the card kit, collection pack and page kit for the line!
This is the first Basic Grey page kit I’ve used and I’m really happy with it! It was super easy to use and included lots of goodies ~ from rub-ons to chipboard! The only items I added were thread (I did some sewing throughout), ink and buttons.
It was a fun afternoon project to do with my sister, too! We each bought a kit and had a quick craft day together.
I’m so glad that Basic Grey started selling page kits this year. I’ve been a fan of their card kits for a long time, too. I’m excited to see what they come up with next!
My little tiger, Jackson, is my greatest inspiration. I take picture after picture (after picture) of this little fellow. Everything he does makes me laugh (except when done at 11pm…not so funny then).
I always wanted children, but never did I imagine my heart’s ability to love. I love my hubby, of course, but there is some kind of awe when looking at my child that I had never experienced before becoming a mommy.
I look back at pictures and layouts sometimes and already feel nostalgic at how fast he’s growing up and changing (he’s only 3 for cryin’ out loud!)
No matter the day we’ve had together (I’m a stay-at-home mom), or how trying the last few hours before bedtime (don’t even get me started) ~ when I see him sleeping, all is forgotten.
My heart melts again and I’m putty in his tiny, sticky hands.