Each year for the last seven, I think, I have helped put together a family calendar for Louis' side. I love these. Each month is assigned to a sibling and they make a page all about them and their families. The extra months have various themes depending on what has gone on during the course of the year. The best part is once it's all put together, sitting down and looking through it. It's one of the things I look forward to each Christmas. The last few years I have delegated the making of my own family page to other more experienced digital scrappers. I lack know-how and correct software to say nothing of creative juice that seems to always be out of stock. I love the pages people have come up with on my behalf. Most recently I have burdened my friend, Amber with the responsibility of choosing a theme, pictures and design. She always does a superb job. Always. I do tend to feel a lot of guilt, though. She is so good at what she does, but she is also meticulous and so I know that even though she could do something super amazing in about five seconds that would leave me oohing and aahing for years, she refuses to send off anything of such low caliber. Instead she will pore over an assignment for days or weeks (or longer if I'm ever courteous enough to give that much notice, which I'm not.)
Needless to say, when I realized I was one page short on the calendar this year, I wanted so badly to turn the assignment over to my more-than-able friend, but knowing that she already expended so much time and juice on my own page, I went to extreme measures. I made a digitally scrapped page. NO, really I did. And I like it. So, for your viewing pleasure, because let's face it, I don't know if you'll be lucky enough to wander by my house in the next week or two and have the honor of letting me show off my entire calendar to you. And really, I do show it everyone who chances by. Everyone.
Are you dying to know where I got such cute stuff? Elise Hansen of Elise's Pieces. Isn't she amazing? Her stuff is available at DigiChick. Check her out!
Oh, and because the question has been asked,
No, I did NOT set fire to the Provo Tabernacle. Yes, I have a rock-solid alibi.