huge mess in my studio? I finally buckled down and decided to stop avoiding it.
I have been purging my stash like crazy as I tidy things up, and I have LOADS
to get rid of. We’re talking BOXES. Plural. Multiple, large, very full examples
of my lack of impulse control when it comes to the latest colors, patterns,
and/or innovations of the scrapbooking world.
I am so tempted to just throw it all in the dumpster and be done with it…but my practical side won’t let me. I’ve been on a bit of a shopping bender lately, and I would feel better about that if I could recoup some of my spending money by selling the old stuff. I’m working on putting together a little craft rummage sale in a few weeks. And in the meantime, this is some of what’s motivating me to make space:
I’m having a hard time believing I actually bought ANOTHER trimmer. But there it is. I couldn’t resist the promise of perfectly straight pinked or scalloped edges. That kind of sounds like an oxymoron, but you know what I mean. I don’t really have a “travel trimmer” anymore, so I suppose that helps justify it somewhat. And that in turn just may help justify the big Amy Butler bag I’ve been looking for an excuse to buy. See how my mind works? It’s enough to drive my husband crazy.
I succumbed to some more of Martha Stewart’s marketing genius, and also indulged in some of the YUMMY new offerings from Paper Salon. I finally found the Autumn Leaves French Twist chipboard journaling panels I’ve been lusting after, plus some buttons to match. There are a few Heidi Swapp treats in there…wouldn’t be a shopping spree without a little HS swag.
The week-long binge was rounded out with a trip to Paper Source – I stocked up on colorful photo corners, splurged on a few fabulous, giant sheets of paper, and found some nifty felt and fabric flowers (haven’t decided if those are going on hair goodies or scrapbook pages yet – probably both). At Paper Source I also came across this really cool card. I have no idea what I’m going to do with it – maybe just pin it on my bulletin board for inspiration, and explain the pushpin hole when I find the right person/occasion to send it. Or maybe I’ll find a way to include it on a page somewhere.
All I know is it spoke to me, so I had to buy it. Which is pretty much the story of my life. And I have the credit card bills to prove it.