Okay, this is not something I ever thought I'd do. It's just not something I've been interested in. But, I tried it. And I like it. :O
What is it, you ask?
You know what sucked me in?
It's the papers - or maybe I should say "papers" in quotes 'cause it's just a digital file. But, gosh, some of these digi "papers" are just gorgeous. And I was reading something the other day where someone mentioned that they loved to print off the digi "papers" and use them as "real" paper. And a lightbulb went off in my head. I could do that! I would love to do that!
So, I went and downloaded a couple of the digi "papers" that I had been drooling over. And then I opened up a PSE file and put them in.
And it didn't feel complete without a photo. And then it needed just a little something. And then some journaling hit me across the head. And, without even knowing it, I had done a digi layout.
And it's not great. It's not my best work. But, I got the story written. And that's what it's all about.
And, here's the kicker. Doing paper layouts takes me a couple of hours. The digi layout took me 15 minutes. I am totally not kidding. 15 minutes. TOTAL!
And then I did another one.
I can feel the dark side sucking me in.
Journaling reads: I know it's a cliche and I know that it's a totally overused phrase. But, it's just so darn true when it comes to you, Libby. Your smile brightens up my day and brings total joy into my life. It's like your heart and soul shining through your eyes and your smile. I've been told by so many people how they love your smile and they love the joy that you show through it everyday. You are totally my sunshine, baby! xoxo Mommy
This one is about Elizabeth starting full-day kindergarten this year. Journaling reads: I am not ready - not ready to give you up - not ready to have you gone all day everyday. I am not ready - not ready for you to prefer spending time with your friends rather than with me. I am not ready - not ready for you to stomp your feet in disgust - not ready for you to slam your door and turn your nose up at me. I am not ready for daily arguments about your clothes - not ready for your fashion tastes or your wishes to grow up more quickly. I am not ready - not ready to let you go, I am not ready to let you grow up. I am not ready.