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The kids have been going to Vacation Bible School all week - 9:00 am to noon and I've been so determined not to waste my free time that I've been avoiding the computer - hence no new posts...

It's been blissful, my mornings at home. I've been creating, which always feeds me... I did 12 scrapbook pages, all in chronological order from summer of 2003. So much of the way I scrapbook has changed over the last year - I stopped working through my pictures in order and usually just go to my room and choose whatever pictures inspire me. So, while I'm getting stuff done, I avoid the pictures I don't really feel inspired by, and so I've got this backlog. This week I decided to tackle the backlog - and I loved every minute of it... reliving our summer vacation two years ago - remembering stuff I hadn't thought about since I filed the pictures away....

I'm determined now to continue plugging through the backlog. Of course, I'll still pull favorites and scrapbook great shots as soon as I bring them home - but I'm going to make it a goal to finish all of 2003 and 2004 by Christmastime.

I'm gonna need to buy some albums!

Here's one of my layouts from this week... this is a recent picture of S. and her little girlfriend Anna holding hands...

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  1. Fantastic Layout!!! =) LOVE the photo and the colors.

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  2. Anonymous3:11 PM

    That is such a sweet layout! I LOVE it! Great job!

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  3. That's really good- I love the colors and patterns you've put together!
    I'd say this is the best one I've seen of my limited exposure to scrapbook art.

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