Into the real world of scrapping I go..

I've always been careful to stay within the boundaries of digital scrapping as I felt my art or DIY had better chances of surviving in the virtual world where clicks of the mouse button could do wonders.

I would only looked longingly at the other side, the real world and admire the great stuff created by others. And the furthest I'd gotten was purchasing some actual materials. Those oh-so-beautiful-materials; from colorful papers to cute buttons to pretty ribbons to lovely embellishments....but they've only stayed in my drawer of creative things, never out from their nice packagings, smiling each time I paid them a visit, inviting me to start using them, which I never did....

Then I dunno what got into me yesterday. My hands took a life of its own and I started measuring, cutting, planning, glue-ing and voila...

My first handmade CD sleeve. 

Spring of Love

I kept it simple as I reckoned simple was always the best way to go.

So that's it, I've finally taken a step out of the digital scrapping parameters. I do not know what or when my next project will be. Perhaps when my creative cells get replenish and we'll see ☺

Skinny Love

The song that is haunting me right now...




Come on skinny love, just last the year
Pour a little salt, we were never here
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer

I tell my love to wreck it all
Cut out all the ropes and let me fall
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Right at the moment this order's tall

And I told you to be patient
And I told you to be fine
And I told you to be balanced
And I told you to be kind

And in the morning, I'll be with you
But it will be a different kind
'Cause I'll be holding all the tickets
And you'll be owning all the fines

Come on skinny love, what happened here?
Suckle on the hope in light brassiere
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Sullen load is full, so slow on the split

And I told you to be patient
And I told you to be fine
And I told you to be balanced
And I told you to be kind

And now all your love is wasted
Then who the hell was I?
'Cause now I'm breaking at the britches
And at the end of all your lines

Who will love you?
Who will fight?
Who will fall far behind?

Come on skinny love
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my