Saturday, March 10, 2018

Let's Take A Walk

My sister sent me an Instagram a few days ago with this quote. It brought both a tear and a little smile because it just seems to be so "us". I LOVE it. I love you, Sissy.

                                                                       

Pansy embellishment by kimeric. Butterflies by Kyra.  

This Is My Breath

It's been over three years since I have blogged...hard to believe but you know what they say..."Time flies when you're having fun". Time also flies when you are simply busy with "life happening".  Grandchildren grow up, get married, present you with great-grandchildren, you grow older, deal with health issues both yours and your spouse's and sometimes you just have to slow down and take a breath...
                        This is my breath:

Several years ago my digital scrapbooking friends/sisters and I decided we should give blogging a try.  We discovered we loved it and we kept it up at a steady pace for several years. We became very close as we shared our scrap pages, family stories, vacations, and prayed for each other during the loss of loved ones. Then we found ourselves slowing down. Life happens and sometimes it requires your full attention so blogging was put on hold for most of us. We discovered Facebook as a means of keeping in communication. It's a great way to keep in touch and doesn't require a lot of time. We log in, check our news feed, like some posts, maybe make some comments and log out! Viola'...or as we say here in the south, TaDa!

While I'm still active on Facebook, I don't necessarily want to blow up my friend's news feeds with all my scrapping, pictures or just my thoughts. I missed blogging where I could more or less "journal" my thoughts and pics. I guess it's my own form of therapy. I probably won't blog every day, maybe not even once a week, but then again...who knows?

I decided to make this my first scrapbook post for my blogging return. The picture was from 1967, my sister, our mom and me. It used to be a running joke that we were the "blonde, the brunette and the redhead". Time has not been kind to the picture but I cleaned it up as best I could. I added the "story" text at the top as a way of finding humor in the "big hair" days of the late 1960"s. When I sent it to my sister, she replied, "Don't let the story end, Sissy...you are too good at telling our story." So, for my little sister, I make this my blog scrap return:

                                                  


 Frame and embellishment by kimeric.