Skip to main content

CHA Pictures










I love CHA for the inspiration.
So much creativity - everywhere you look.
It always makes me want to come home and create!
These were just a few of my favorites. Some things we ordered - some things I'm hoping to duplicate - some things I just can't believe someone took the time to do... so cool.

Comments

  1. Anonymous12:26 PM

    COOL STUFF. How do people keep coming up with new ideas. Then there those of us who just scrap lift others ideas. That's what keep you in business, huh ?

    ReplyDelete
  2. Anonymous12:26 PM

    COOL STUFF. How do people keep coming up with new ideas. Then there those of us who just scrap lift others ideas. That's what keep you in business, huh ?

    ReplyDelete
  3. Anonymous12:29 PM

    OK Whats going on. It came up and said it couldn't post my comment - try again SO I did and it posted both of them :{

    ReplyDelete
  4. I always have wanted to go to a show like CHA, so much creativity. Maybe someday.

    ReplyDelete
  5. Yummy.

    Look at you with Donna--you almost have matching glasses! I have a serious crush on her new fabric album.

    Thanks for sharing! :)

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

I love it when people talk back...

Popular posts from this blog

Getting to know you Wednesday

So it's been awhile. But I thought hearing from ya'll might cheer up my little snow encrusted Spokane self. So today, if I get at least 12 comments, I'll randomly pick one and send that lucky commenter any CD from Your Music . Whatever you want. So today, in light of mid-winter doldrums, I want you to answer the following three questions. To escape mid-winter doldrums, I like to: My favorite winter memory is: I know Spring is coming when: Okay, friends. Now it's your turn. Go to it.

Phlumpyschlumpy.

Good morning, peeps. It's Friday. There's frost outside this morning. *FROST!* This week has been ridiculously chilly. I'm having mixed feelings about blogging lately. Mostly because I feel like all I've been doing is whine about being tired. Or overwhelmed. And because comments are lacking. And because I can't seem to think about anything to write about except Tejan. And because some of the thoughts I'm having are too private for the blog - or too repetitive. Or too unformed to turn into actual words you all could understand. So I'm struggling a bit. And yet, I'm committed to documenting the process I'm in. So I'll keep writing when the words come. And when they don't, like this morning, when I looked at that intimidating blinking cursor and my mind went blank and I started to break out in a cold sweat and began by talking about the weather... well, then, I'll just gracefully (or not so gracefully) back out of the room... tail between m...

The floodgates have opened.

So, I was doing pretty well managing my emotions. I kept telling people that I had processed a lot of my grieving over Tejan's departure back in January - when we were so close to saying goodbye... and so that must be why I wasn't feeling overly emotional about it this time around. I hadn't shed any tears. Hadn't choked up in that strange, overwhelming way where I feel like my whole head is filling up with fluid and my throat is so constricted I'm just sure I'm going to die. Nope. I was doing just fine. And then I went out to dinner with some girlfriends. And while I was a little socially inept because I'm a kind of overwhelmed and not really wanting to talk too much lately (perhaps in subconscious fear that I might touch on a nerve that would cause my aforementioned steely resolve to crumble) I thought I got through the evening fairly well. I didn't tear up - or need tissue for any fluids defiantly leaking from my facial orifices... until I made the a...