Kk (art journal page)
I made this art journal page in response to a prompt in Shimelle's class "True Stories" about capturing your own private language - you know those pet phrases unique to your world that might be forgotten months or years from now, if not jotted down and explained. It's just a little thing, but as I wrote above, "I find it so sweet when Clara signs off her texts in agreement, 'Kk'."
Shimelle's class was all about capturing stories before they get lost and about recording them in ways that are more meaningful that simply "who, what, when and where." Fifteen emails over three weeks covered a variety of interesting ways to tell stories (including prompts such as writing a letter, journaling in the form of a play, and using numbers as a starting point). Each email actually included several prompts for how to approach the day's lesson, so it was easy to find something as a jumping off point. Shimelle featured a layout of her own and one from a guest artist each day showing how they used the daily lesson. There were also several sketches that could be used for scrapbook pages. In a very cool twist, every day Shimelle featured a lesson from a writing expert who shared interesting insights into improving your writing, related to the day's lessons. These insights were fresh and interesting and very different from the sorts of things usually discussed in scrapbook classes. Although I used the class as a way to create art journal pages, I know I will also be able to use the prompts for scrapbook pages and blog posts. As a final bonus, Shimelle emailed a booklet of 52 more prompts with lots of samples to keep your journaling all year long! Overall, it was a wonderful class which offered fresh approaches to journaling, either in the format to be used or the subjects to be covered. Priced at only $15, it's an Easy A!
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Sian's Christmas Club
There's a scene in Harry Potter where Dumbeldore uses a pensieve to go back and examine saved memories. Blog friend Sian is organizing a venture she calls "Christmas Club," in which she is encouraging friends to dip into pensieves of their own and recall special memories from Christmases past. The Christmas Club will generally run on Sundays, but I wanted to do a bit of catch-up with a small post of my own. Thanksgiving (in America) seems like as good a day as any to share this food-based Christmas memory. So, I'm placing the wand into my pensieve and pulling out a memory from 1989 . . .
It's time for the annual baking day with my good friend Linda. Paul and I havem recently bought our first home - a condominium in San Carlos, California. The double ovens will come in handy as we bake pound cake and three different kinds of cookies, not to mention the candied pecans that also must go into the oven. We are able to use the stove top for the fudge we will make, though. Before we begin any of that, though, we pop open a bottle of champagne and mix it with fresh squeezed orange juice. Who cares that it's not even 10:00 a.m.? It's baking day. After we have a few drinks and bagels, we start cooking in earnest. Our music of choice? Bruce Springsteen, played at high volume. Around noon, we have some fancy pizza to go with our second bottle of champagne. We continue to cook and by mid-afternoon, all we have left to do is decorate the sugar cookies. Over the years, we have found this to be the perfect activity to accompany our third bottle of champagne. By the time our guys arrive at the condo after work, all we are fit to do is to giggle, sing Bruce Springsteen and hit the sack early. Everyone always loved everything we made (and so I'm sharing the recipes with you today-click on them to enlarge). But, for me, the true joy of the season was the time spent with a good friend - eating, drinking, singing, dancing and giggling. On Baking Day, 1989.
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