Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Journal reads: Your eyes speak volumes. They widen with innocence, get teary when you are hurt, dance around when you tease and flirt. They are the windows to your soul.
Materials: Bazzill black cs, MME Magnolia 06, Thickers Platform, Carolina's ribbon, Barbara Trombley's Vintage Art Glitter 613 Diamond Dust Fine, TI Westminster Finery, DCWV Rub-Ons Flourish white, Inque Boutique Narrative Elements, Brilliance Moonlight White, Uniball Signo.
Saturday, April 26, 2008
And yet, on hindsight, dreams such as these are transitory. They prepare us for other avenues, other dreams, other possibilities. The initial dream helps us to learn lessons in life that will make us better persons, better performers and not just dreamers. Dreams, although they may start lofty and high, help ground us for the reality of working for reachable goals. Dreams after all, made me who I am today.
Journal: As a child, I worked hard to earn my toe slippers. Years after the dream to dance ended, I kept my toe slippers to remind me that dreams die to give way to bigger dreams and challenges.
Materials: Daisyd's NO. 12, Bazzill black cs, Al French Twist Journaling Panel, Glitter Chipboard, Doodlebug sugarcoated beetle black hopscotch alphabet, misc. pink ribbon, Daisyd's Rub-On Wishes, FP Bella Brush Stamps, Brilliance Moonlight White, Tsukineko Walnut Ink, VersaCraft 182 Real Black
Friday, April 25, 2008
Three strikes in a row! I must be doing something right! Problem is, I still don't know what it is!!! Lol.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
This KAYA Challenge of Lee was a very difficult one indeed. The LO didn't take long to do. It was the handwritten letter that took me a week to finish. There were days (and I was still on vacation then) when I'd intentionally stay away from it. I knew that once I sat down to work on it, the tears will flow. I'm glad I finished it though. This letter says everything I'd like to say.
Today, you have decided to walk down that aisle. By the time you read this, I'll be at least 20, 30 or 40 years older. I may not even be there by this time. This is a consequence of marrying a bit older and having you even much later.
Don't get me wrong. Marrying late was our choice, specifically mine. I had to study and find myself in the world before I could commit to your dad for life. I was able to live and experience the life I wanted. I knew what I gave up so I didn't have any misgivings or doubts. I knew what I was ready for.
Having you late was something we didn't anticipate. We have given up hope when you made your presence felt. Because of the difficult pregnancy, I admit I was angry at God and even wished you away. Fortunately, God didn't listen to me at that time. The miracle of your birth changed all that. Again and again, we were reminded that you are our gift, our "regalo." And over the succeeding years, you have made our lives happy, and our family complete.
I am sure that the woman you chose is someone you truly love. My mom once said that a mother always feels that no one is good enough for her child. I often wondered about that if and when the time came. I would like to think that we would have taught you enough to be able to choose someone who deserves your love. Just promise me that you will cherish her like your dad cherished me.
If by this time, I do have the chance to meet her, I will welcome her with open arms and accept her like the daughter I never had.
I love you, my son, with all of my heart. It would be a privilege to see you walk down that aisle, should luck be on my side.
P.S. Should you decide to enter a religious community instead, you have our blessings as well. We know that God speaks in many ways. If you listen to His voice inside you, you will know what is right for you.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
I had these series of photos which we just took a few weeks ago. We were fascinated with the fact that for about 10 minutes, Galo was absolutely quiet and concentrated on his game.
Journal reads: You remembered. When we ate at Fish & Co. once last August, the waitresses let you play a game. Eight months later, we ate at a different branch. As soon as we entered, you immediately asked for the game. All you wanted to do was GO FISH!
Visible handwritten journal reads: This is where I live and work. TO avoid traffic, I pass through this village. A tricycle is available all the time. An empty lot and an occasional fruit stand can be seen.
Underneath the photos is the hidden journal which reads: Loyola Heights is the perfect place for me and my family for 10 years now. We live near 4 corners, a crossroad of sorts leading to many exciting old and new destinations. There are many directions I can take to explore my world but...at the end of the day, I come back to where I started---my home, my four corners.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
To simulate the roses, I used a Stampin'Up Rose Stamps Set on plain red cardstock and highlighted these with glaze pens and gold embossing powder. I decided to leave a hidden blank white journal card for my friends to supply their sentiments for that day.
Unfortunately, the imprint on the white square ceramic tile on the bottom left is hardly seen. The imprint has the couples' names.
The other wedding invitation below is that of my sister's. I had this extra invitation which just screamed to me to be embellished with dried flowers and leaves. This was something I started a long time ago but didn't finish until today. A friend is urging me to offer my services for weddings, both for the invitations and for scrapbooking photos. These will be part of my portfolio. Here's keeping my fingers crossed.
Monday, April 7, 2008
The visible journal is a poem from George Eliot for ATB Passion. It reads: What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined... to strengthen each other...to be at one with each other in silent unspeakable MEMORIES.
Underneath the poem is the hidden journal which says: I've been waiting for you for so long, that when you finally did arrive, I could hardly believe it. The bond I felt with you was so strong, it was overwhelming. Yet, I now feel connected to you a million times more since then. Over the years, you made me your mother, and I made you my son. We are joined together. Time will only make our bond stronger.
Visible journal is a poem of Mignon McLaughlin. It reads: In the arithmetic of Love, one plus one equals EVERYTHING, and two minus one equals NOTHING.
Underneath the poem is a hidden journal that reads: When I placed photos on the 3 picture frames of the family, you played with them like they were toys. Since the frames connect with magnets at the hands, it was but fitting that they should stand together. Together, they spell a family, divided they are nothing. Just like the photo frames, we are a family and that means everything in this world.
Yesterday, we visited these nuns, for whom we had the March 8 Fundraiser, to turn over the amount we raised for their chapel. We also accumulated 200+ handmade cards from our fellow scrappers fot them. The nuns were so impressed by the cards, they asked us, Lee, Jenn and I, to teach them how to make them! After seeing my friend Lee's album, they also wanted us to teach them how to do scrapbook LOs! The nun's child-like demeanor endeared them to us which was why we just couldn't say no. This means, my friends and I have to visit them again some other time to share with them what we know as well as some scrapbooking materials we can gather for them.
This is just my 2nd time to make a LO for someone else. Doing the LO isn't difficult, but making the journal is. I realized that I've taken for granted that the journal is a personal insight on a particular photo, a sentiment felt during that time. I realized that I couldn't write the journal for someone else, that I couldn't even just leave the journal blank for that someone to fill in the words. I suppose, I've always felt that a photo without the right journal is just a photo. However, a photo with a journal captures moments unlike any other.
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
I used a cream cardstock and used my new Stampin' Up En Francais stamp in burgundy. Journal reads: August 3, 1995. On this day, we exchanged rings and... I thee wed.