Showing posts with label Scrapclass. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Scrapclass. Show all posts

Friday, March 19, 2010

How goes it with you?

I thought I'd post a few pictures of some of the things I've been up to this last week.

Check out this piccie of my ancestors! I'm not only pleased that I have this fab photo, I'm fascinated by their footwear... I used to own a pair of those pointy almost ballet like shoes in my youth when I trekked all over the country to Northern soul events! (I got them from a charity shop and they were in good 'nick' - also, they were great to dance in!)

I used the photograph on a vintage layout at the scrapclass I teach at the Craft Box at Elsecar Heritage Centre - subject "Ancestors" We had a great time talking about our heritage and everyone thoroughly enjoyed the class (and I'm proud of you Helen, you jumped in with both feet and scrunched that paper up even though you prefer 'neat'!)
We made tags using transfer images - this was the quietest part of the class - in fact it freaked me a little because everyone was SILENT! (would have been a different tale if Janet's sister, Ann had been there....)
This is Karen's creation. Everyone loved the technique, (the proof was in the silence!) so I'm sure it will be used again in the near future!


Look at this - everyone on task - they might talk a lot but they get on with their work too!


I really enjoy the classes, I've been teaching there for over five years now and some of the students have been with me nearly all of that time... it's a community in itself.
Most Thursdays Andy and I visit our friends Stan and Shelley. Stan is a photographer so he's usually behind the camera... on this particular day, I had my camera on me, so I snapped a photograph of him...

....and Shelley, who was in her PJ's and makeup-less!



On Saturday, Laura-Beth and her fiance (ooh I love saying that!) came for a 'day before Mother's Day' visit. We went for a walk as the day was sunny and crisp - my kind of walking weather!

Jim playing the joker!


I've also spent many hours this week taxi-ing our youngest daughter, Steph, and Uncle Frank around to various appointments - I felt like a prisoner in the car! Its quite alarming how much traffic there is on the roads these days.
Its been a sad week because Uncle Frank has come to the realisation that he won't be able to manage Auntie Glad coming home after all, even with support, so we've had to deal with the emotion of all that and look for a residential care home near to where he lives. There are still issues to deal with and lots of tears for us all. But for now, I feel relief. Does that sound strange? or cruel?
I've managed a page in my A5 art journal. Its a doodley page - because of the kind of week I've had I suppose... the doodling was therapeutic - I did a little work on the page every evening and it soothed me.

The Beatles image has got nothing to do with anything, I just liked it.