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Post by LavenderLayoutLady on Jun 25, 2017 12:40:49 GMT
I always enjoy reading scrapbook confessions, and thought it might be time for another thread.
My confession:
I bought a shirt with a sequined pineapple on it for my dd, just so that I could bribe her into letting me take a photo of her in it, so that I could scrap with some trendy pineapple paper and embellishment.
Your turn!
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Post by sleepingbooty on Jun 25, 2017 15:15:38 GMT
We've had some heatwave days over here recently. I was really in the mood to scrap last week so I sat down on the tiled floor, directed the electric fan towards the coffee table I scrap on, got undressed, started working on a layout in my bra and knickers, still felt too hot, got up again, took off the wired bra (devil's child!) and knickers, sat my literally hot buttocks back down on the semi-cool tiles, got on with it. Disclaimer: I do move around a bit while I scrap, mostly flopping around like a lazy beast to reach for my supplies which sit in a few slim boxes strewn across the floor around me. Boyfriend came home to a rather funny scene. He didn't mind though. I kept scrapbooking. Got a glass of chilled rosé handed to me. Continued with the pretty papers, glue and whatnot. Thought the floor felt a little bumpy/not super comfy but due to the heat, couldn't be bothered to figure out why. Got up at some point and heard him giggle. Turns out that some alpha thickers had flown off into the general direction of the floor where I was seated due to the electric fan and had spelled out something incomprehensible that looked like a rather short Apollinaire poem right on my butt (full stops to avoid automatic space editing done by the board): I ..... a .... d .o Of course, I snapped a naked selfie of my scrappy derrière in the full length mirror and went on to scrap it in my PL a little later in the evening.  Such. A. Classy. Lady. |
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Post by alyssam on Jun 25, 2017 16:06:01 GMT
We've had some heatwave days over here recently. I was really in the mood to scrap last week so I sat down on the tiled floor, directed the electric fan towards the coffee table I scrap on, got undressed, started working on a layout in my bra and knickers, still felt too hot, got up again, took off the wired bra (devil's child!) and knickers, sat my literally hot buttocks back down on the semi-cool tiles, got on with it. Disclaimer: I do move around a bit while I scrap, mostly flopping around like a lazy beast to reach for my supplies which sit in a few slim boxes strewn across the floor around me. Boyfriend came home to a rather funny scene. He didn't mind though. I kept scrapbooking. Got a glass of chilled rosé handed to me. Continued with the pretty papers, glue and whatnot. Thought the floor felt a little bumpy/not super comfy but due to the heat, couldn't be bothered to figure out why. Got up at some point and heard him giggle. Turns out that some alpha thickers had flown off into the general direction of the floor where I was seated due to the electric fan and had spelled out something incomprehensible that looked like a rather short Apollinaire poem right on my butt (full stops to avoid automatic space editing done by the board): I ..... a .... d .o Of course, I snapped a naked selfie of my scrappy derrière in the full length mirror and went on to scrap it in my PL a little later in the evening. Such. A. Classy. Lady. Best. Story. Ever. Haha haha! I love it. |
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Post by mom on Jun 25, 2017 16:34:19 GMT
We've had some heatwave days over here recently. I was really in the mood to scrap last week so I sat down on the tiled floor, directed the electric fan towards the coffee table I scrap on, got undressed, started working on a layout in my bra and knickers, still felt too hot, got up again, took off the wired bra (devil's child!) and knickers, sat my literally hot buttocks back down on the semi-cool tiles, got on with it. Disclaimer: I do move around a bit while I scrap, mostly flopping around like a lazy beast to reach for my supplies which sit in a few slim boxes strewn across the floor around me. Boyfriend came home to a rather funny scene. He didn't mind though. I kept scrapbooking. Got a glass of chilled rosé handed to me. Continued with the pretty papers, glue and whatnot. Thought the floor felt a little bumpy/not super comfy but due to the heat, couldn't be bothered to figure out why. Got up at some point and heard him giggle. Turns out that some alpha thickers had flown off into the general direction of the floor where I was seated due to the electric fan and had spelled out something incomprehensible that looked like a rather short Apollinaire poem right on my butt (full stops to avoid automatic space editing done by the board): I ..... a .... d .o Of course, I snapped a naked selfie of my scrappy derrière in the full length mirror and went on to scrap it in my PL a little later in the evening. Such. A. Classy. Lady. Best thing I've read in ages! Hilarious! SaveSave |
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Post by LavenderLayoutLady on Jun 25, 2017 22:36:56 GMT
Of course, I snapped a naked selfie of my scrappy derrière in the full length mirror and went on to scrap it in my PL a little later in the evening. You win!! |
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Post by Night Owl on Jun 25, 2017 22:43:07 GMT
I bought a shirt with a sequined pineapple on it for my dd, just so that I could bribe her into letting me take a photo of her in it, so that I could scrap with some trendy pineapple paper and embellishment I took my daughter to Starbucks so I could take photos so I can use some of my coffee scrapbook supplies (I went a little wild buying the Doodlebug Cream & Sugar collection). Now to come up with some photo ops for some of these cupcake/donut scrapbook goodies.....  |
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Post by myboysnme on Jun 26, 2017 0:22:34 GMT
I certainly cannot top any of the stories posted, and definitely not scrapping any naked selfie, SBR or not. But I can confess that I bought 97 pieces of paper from one vendor with bins of paper, yet I cannot describe more than 10 sheets that I purchased. Like I needed 97 more sheets of paper.
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Post by lilacgal on Jun 26, 2017 13:44:00 GMT
We've had some heatwave days over here recently. I was really in the mood to scrap last week so I sat down on the tiled floor, directed the electric fan towards the coffee table I scrap on, got undressed, started working on a layout in my bra and knickers, still felt too hot, got up again, took off the wired bra (devil's child!) and knickers, sat my literally hot buttocks back down on the semi-cool tiles, got on with it. Disclaimer: I do move around a bit while I scrap, mostly flopping around like a lazy beast to reach for my supplies which sit in a few slim boxes strewn across the floor around me. Boyfriend came home to a rather funny scene. He didn't mind though. I kept scrapbooking. Got a glass of chilled rosé handed to me. Continued with the pretty papers, glue and whatnot. Thought the floor felt a little bumpy/not super comfy but due to the heat, couldn't be bothered to figure out why. Got up at some point and heard him giggle. Turns out that some alpha thickers had flown off into the general direction of the floor where I was seated due to the electric fan and had spelled out something incomprehensible that looked like a rather short Apollinaire poem right on my butt (full stops to avoid automatic space editing done by the board): I ..... a .... d .o Of course, I snapped a naked selfie of my scrappy derrière in the full length mirror and went on to scrap it in my PL a little later in the evening. Such. A. Classy. Lady. You are my new scrappy hero! |
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Post by jenr on Jun 26, 2017 15:34:36 GMT
We've had some heatwave days over here recently. I was really in the mood to scrap last week so I sat down on the tiled floor, directed the electric fan towards the coffee table I scrap on, got undressed, started working on a layout in my bra and knickers, still felt too hot, got up again, took off the wired bra (devil's child!) and knickers, sat my literally hot buttocks back down on the semi-cool tiles, got on with it. Disclaimer: I do move around a bit while I scrap, mostly flopping around like a lazy beast to reach for my supplies which sit in a few slim boxes strewn across the floor around me. Boyfriend came home to a rather funny scene. He didn't mind though. I kept scrapbooking. Got a glass of chilled rosé handed to me. Continued with the pretty papers, glue and whatnot. Thought the floor felt a little bumpy/not super comfy but due to the heat, couldn't be bothered to figure out why. Got up at some point and heard him giggle. Turns out that some alpha thickers had flown off into the general direction of the floor where I was seated due to the electric fan and had spelled out something incomprehensible that looked like a rather short Apollinaire poem right on my butt (full stops to avoid automatic space editing done by the board): I ..... a .... d .o Of course, I snapped a naked selfie of my scrappy derrière in the full length mirror and went on to scrap it in my PL a little later in the evening. Such. A. Classy. Lady. This is seriously SO AWESOME!!  Save |
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Post by sleepingbooty on Jun 26, 2017 15:47:04 GMT
Now to come up with some photo ops for some of these cupcake/donut scrapbook goodies..... ![;)]() Living the hard life, I tell ya.  Gosh, I did not think my thickered up derrière would cause so much amusement. Not that I mind. My pleasure!  |
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Post by LisaDV on Jun 26, 2017 20:58:10 GMT
We've had some heatwave days over here recently. I was really in the mood to scrap last week so I sat down on the tiled floor, directed the electric fan towards the coffee table I scrap on, got undressed, started working on a layout in my bra and knickers, still felt too hot, got up again, took off the wired bra (devil's child!) and knickers, sat my literally hot buttocks back down on the semi-cool tiles, got on with it. Disclaimer: I do move around a bit while I scrap, mostly flopping around like a lazy beast to reach for my supplies which sit in a few slim boxes strewn across the floor around me. Boyfriend came home to a rather funny scene. He didn't mind though. I kept scrapbooking. Got a glass of chilled rosé handed to me. Continued with the pretty papers, glue and whatnot. Thought the floor felt a little bumpy/not super comfy but due to the heat, couldn't be bothered to figure out why. Got up at some point and heard him giggle. Turns out that some alpha thickers had flown off into the general direction of the floor where I was seated due to the electric fan and had spelled out something incomprehensible that looked like a rather short Apollinaire poem right on my butt (full stops to avoid automatic space editing done by the board): I ..... a .... d .o Of course, I snapped a naked selfie of my scrappy derrière in the full length mirror and went on to scrap it in my PL a little later in the evening. Such. A. Classy. Lady. Funniest story ever! |
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Post by Night Owl on Jun 26, 2017 21:24:06 GMT
Living the hard life, I tell ya. You're too funny. What came first, the chicken or the egg? Do they make donut, cupcake, and frap scrapbook goodies because they know some of us (cough*me*cough) have too much junk in the trunk because we are eating that kind of stuff? Or are they leading us astray to eat that junk so we have a reason to use those cute embellishments? And of course the people whose names are on some of that stuff like Dear Lizzy (Liz Kartchner) and Amy Tan (Amy Tangerine) are thin and look like models.  |
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