Tuesday, May 30, 2006

An ECG for Bailey

OMG; I got the shock of my life when I saw the doctor today. It was just a routine check after finishing the antibiotics and to follow up on his xray that the hospital doctor told me was nothing to worry about. I don't know what he was thinking. As it turns out, my doctor was surprised I wasn't in to see him earlier and didn't realise the hospital doctor didn't tell me. BUT as it turns out, he had viral pnuemonia something something (big long doctor word) and get this, fluid around an enlarged heart. I nearly died. He sent me straight next door for an ECG and I have to go back to the hospital in 2 weeks for a follow up xray. The doctor rang the piediatrician (Spelling????) while I was there but didn't see the need to refer him because after listening to his heart and lungs he is "clinically well". His lungs were crystal clear and there was no murmor in his heart, so that is reassuring. The nurses were so lovely to Bailey and even put tape and a bandage on Jiggles (Bailey's favourite teddy) just so he was like him. How cute. He was SUCH a good boy.

Oh wait a minute; phone is ringing, I'll be back.

Yep it was the doctor, just this second got the results of the ECG and they are normal. Yeah!!! What a relief!!!

Monday, May 29, 2006

Star of the Week

Micayla was Star of the Week in her class last week. She got to be in charge of show and tell. She was very excited about it. She also won a prize at assembly. Every week she has to put a slip in at the office to say her family has read the school newsletter and from that they draw a winner. She was so excited to show me her prize when I picked her up. It was a poster of a horse and some vouchers for McDonalds, Red Rooster, Pancake Parlour and the Drive In. We'll have to take her now just so she can use her vouchers.

Sunday, May 28, 2006

Another Trip to Hospital

If it's not one it's the other. Two nights ago Micayla woke up suddenly with severe stomach pains. She was rolling around the ground doubled over crying with pain. She kept saying "I don't know what to do". She started throwing up, I was worried about appendicitis so I ended up rushing her to emergency. She'd been complaining about mild pains over the past couple of weeks also and had a day off school with vomiting. So I was becoming very worried. Once there they triaged her straight through. She was still vomiting and crying and doubled over when we got there. The preped her hand with cream to make her hand numb incase they need to take blood. But after a couple of vomits she came really good and the doctor could find nothing wrong and sent her home and there has been no problem since. She did eat an awful lot for tea, which the doctor said could be the problem but I just think she was grasping for a reason. She made me feel like an idiot for bringing her in, but she didn't see her when we got there. I hate it when they do that. I just told her I wasn't going to take the chance, you didn't see her when she first came in.On our way out the mother of the girl in the next bed stopped me. As it turns out her little girl was brought in with exactly the same symptons and after a couple of vomits was fine again. But this little girl also goes to the same school as Micayla. Makes you wonder doesn't it?

Thursday, May 25, 2006

Scrappers Block Cured - Thanks Bec!

I've been suffering a bit of scrappers block over the last couple of days. Must've been all scrapped out from last weekend. But thanks to my lovely friend Bec from my favourite scrapbooking chat site at Scrapbooking Memories, she has helped to bring back my 'mojo'. Bec was taking a bit of stress relief out on her flower punches, punching an endless amount of flowers on various coloured paper and then gave them away to some of us on the site. When I received them in the post (always fun to get scrapping goodies instead of bills) I spread them out on my desk to have a look at them and came up with a brain wave, it was just a matter of finding the right photos to go with it. I put this layout together in about 1/2 an hour, a record for me. These photos were taken in the caravan in Moama. It was raining outside and I was playing around with my camera, snapping at Micayla lying on the floor with her colouring books. I really love how it's turned out and it's thanks to Bec.

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

Bailey had his 1st ride in an Ambulance

Bailey had his first ride in an ambulance to the hospital last night. I had spent all evening trying to get his temp down. He had panadol at 7pm and again at 11pm and during this whole time his temp stayed at 39. After 11pm it actually started increasing so I called an ambulance. They came very quickly with lights and sirens. They took him to Casey hospital, which is a brand new hospital and has only had it's ED up and running for the last 6 months. It used to only be open until 9pm, I didn't know it had changed. No more going to Dandenong, yeah! Anyway, they did a chest xray to make sure he didn't have pnuemonia, thankfully he didn't. So in the end they gave him Nurofen, which brought his temp down. I usually use Nurofen and Panadol together but I'd run out of Nurofen. They sent me home at 3am with a bottle of Nurofen and advice to continue what I'm doing and let it run its course and continue with the antibiotics. He was so sick though. Normally, even sick, he would be quite lively and chatting etc, but he just laid on the hospital bed, so drowsy, all he wanted was sleep and to be left alone. So I just sat there catching up on my scrapping reading. The nurse was into scrapping too. She'd just started but was already hooked and couldn't wait to get stuck into the 100s of photos they took in Thailand. I'm soooo tired. I've only about 15 hours sleep over the last 5 days. Adrian's having his car serviced today so he is at home and can watch Bailey while I go back to bed and catch up on sleep before I get sick too.

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

Bailey is Soooo Sick

Poor little man! He came down with a slight temperature and bad cough on Sunday and by Monday had developed into an infection with a fever over 40 degrees. I rushed him down to the doctor because I couldn't lower his temp. The doctor said he was glad I brought him down and that he looks really sick. He has an infection in his chest, which the doctor is worried could turn into pnuemonia. He also has really red swollen tonsils but it's not tonsilits. He is now on antibiotics but if his temp doesn't go away by Wednesday, it's a trip back to the doctors. I was up to him twice last night and up for an hour both times trying to lower his temp. I stripped his pj's off but everytime I tried to take the doona off, he'd only pull it back up again. I managed to get him to lie under just the sheet, and I put a face cloth over his head. His temp still didn't want to come down very much. I organised for Micayla to be taken to school by someone else again this morning. Bailey is too miserable to take out in this cold weather. I hate not taking Micayla to school and not being the one to do her reader and settle her into class.

Monday, May 22, 2006

My Weekend to Myself

Adrian took his new bike and went off to the high country with a bunch of his mates on Friday. So I had the whole weekend to do whatever, and guess what I did, yep "scrapbooked". Mind you, I planned on plowing through lots of layouts but only managed 4. Still that's 4 I didn't have done. Friday the kids were asleep nice and early so I put this page together "My Angel". It was one I just threw together but it still took me all night, over a few glasses of wine and chatting on my favourite scrapbooking forum with my cyber friends. But it's my fav layout over the whole weekend. I got to bed around 2.30am.

Saturday morning we went down to the primary school to put our bit in with the working bee. We spread mulch over the garden beds and the kids had a ball helping. They were riding on top of the pile of mulch in the wheelbarrow. Bailey had a little kids barrow and was emptying his share under the trees and then using the rake did his best to spread it around. He had his photo taken for the school newsletter. Even though I was hoping it would rain so I could get out of it, it was actually a beautiful morning and I enjoyed it. The morning was followed with a yummy sausage sizzle. It was great getting to know some of the teachers and the Vice Principal and they now know who Micayla is. She also made some new friends who are in Grade 1. It will make things easier for her at school. I will be happy to do my bit again.

Tania came over later in the afternoon and we had dinner together and then got stuck into scrapping. Well Tania did, she put 2 frames together while I took all night to put this layout together, which should have taken me no longer than an hour. I talk too much! And a few more wines. Laura also came over and we spent some time on the computer checking out her blog for an update on Kaytie. Some wonderful breakthroughs with another little step backward, but not too drastic. Micayla was sick again. She complained of a sore throat, next thing she was running to the toilet to throw up. Didn't quite make it and I spent some time cleaning it up off the toilet door and floor, trying not to add to it myself. It was a one off though, she's been fine since. Had and earlier night tonight, got to bed around 1.30am.

Woke up Sunday morning with muscles I forgot I had and took a little while getting going. Spent the morning cleaning up and the afternoon scrapping. Bailey developed a cold and a terrible cough that wouldn't go away. The kids had a jammie day and watched DVD's all day. I managed to get a layout done in the afternoon before grabbing pizza for tea, put the kids to bed and did another layout. Planned on being in bed before midnight except I jumped online and chatted for a while once my layout was done and before I knew it, it was 1.00am. So I bid my cyber friends goodnight and headed off to bed, checking on the kids before I went, only to find Bailey had developed a temperature of 38.5. So I stayed with him to make sure this came down before crawling into bed around 2.00am. I struggled out of bed around 7.00am to get Micayla off to school and Bailey is just miserable. So I arranged for Micayla to go to school with one of her friends, cause I couldn't take Bailey into the class room the way that he is. I'm supposed to be doing my grocery shopping but I'm waiting for Adrian to come home so I can leave Bailey with him and I'll whip around the shops quickly on my own later. Just got an SMS from Adrian, he'll be home around lunch time, so that still gives me plenty of time to shop before I take Micayla dancing. These are the 2 layouts I finished on Sunday.

Sunday, May 21, 2006

Don't I feel like a bad Mum

Last week Micayla had been complaining about stomach pains when she had to go to bed or sometimes before school. I put it down to attention seeking because once she was at school or had something fun to do the pain was no longer there. I took her to the doctors and he couldn't find anything wrong and miracously the pains went away. This morning she complained of a sore stomach again and I told her the story about 'the boy who cried wolf'. I thought once she's at school she'll be fine. Once she got there she still wasn't fine, so I hung around for a little while to see if once she was with her friends she'd forget about it. After about 10mins she rolled around and put her head in my lap. So I decided to take her home and as we were walking out she threw up in the bin near the door and then again outside her portable. She was so upset. How bad do I feel?

Then, I did it again last night. Micayla complained of a sore throat, I rolled my eyes, thinking here we go again, and I told her to have a drink. Next thing she's running to the toilet, didn't quite make it and threw up all over the toilet door and floor. Great, them I'm cleaning up trying not to add to it. Now I have Bailey with a temp and a cough that just won't stop. Great!!! All Bailey wants is cuddles, which is nice but I can't do anything else. Bless his cotton sox.

Greetings to everyone in Holland!!!!!

Friday, May 19, 2006

First Layout Ever Published!


I have finally received my copy of "For Keeps Creative Scrapbooking" magazine. Page 38 is a full page of my double page layout on Micayla's 5th Birthday, which was a dress up Princess Party. It is such a thrill to have a layout published and this magazine will be out on display for all to see for as long as I can draw it out for.

Monday, May 15, 2006

My Mothers Day

Micayla and Bailey came in and woke me up with presents in hand. I got a shop bought dish (see photo) that I picked out. But the best presents were the ones Micayla made at school and chose herself from the school mothers day stall. Her card was beautifully hand made with scrunched coloured paper for flower petals. She bought the beautiful note pad holder and made me bath crystals that smell of rose. The smell is so strong you can smell it as soon as you walk down the hall to the bathroom. They then attempted to make me breakfast in bed. Pancakes! but they kept sticking to the pan and I had to get up to help. I made a new batch (both from cheap home brand packet mix) and that didn't work either. Won't be buying that again. I ended up having muffins and coffee at the kitchen table and it was about 10am by then. So lucky the pancake mix didn't work because having breakfast at 10am would've meant no room for home made soup for lunch at Adrian's mothers.

Then we ended up at 'New World Honda', to buy motorbike stuff for Adrian, not the best way of spending Mothers Day. But I ended up putting nylons and knee protectors on the counter for Micayla. I very nearly bought Bailey the cutest pair of tiny nylons, but that would be pointless because he's to little to ride a motorbike. Adrian said "it's more expensive taking me because I wouldn't have even looked at that stuff." I replied with "so don't bring me next time."

Thursday, May 11, 2006

Just look at what I've Won

Finally received my goodies I won from the Scrapbook Memories online forum survey, which was a pack of Scotch Products.


I also won an online challenge on the Scrapbook Creations website for a layout I did using machine stitching (refer to previous post for a picture of the lo). It's made up of K&Company, Studio K, Danny O and Boy Scouts, American Crafts and Making Memories. Have a look at what I got. I had to use the wide angle lens to fit it all in. The prizes consisted of:

2 - 11x8.5 albums, one a kit with co-ordinating papers
1 - 12x12 album with co-ordinating papers etc
Pad of 11x8.5 papers
12x12 printed papers
2 x tag book kits
2 x Christmas gift card kits
lots of Making Memories Christmas and holiday embellishments and ribbons
American Craft ribbons spools
A mini book kit for boys
Alphabet lettering (lots of them)
File tabs
Embossed stickers of transport
Embossed words stickers
Descriptive words rub ons
Rub ons that look like machine stitching and spotty ribbons
Tag kits
Metal charms
Ribbon charms
Paper Clips
Gem Stickers
Title embellishments
Page pebbles
plus more embellishments and rub ons

There is actually 60 different items. It's just totally awesome.

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

For all the Mums on Mothers Day

I've just being reading some beautiful poems and I wanted to share a couple of my favourites for Mothers Day. Make sure you have a box of tissues handy.

Deciding to have a baby!
We are sitting at lunch one day when my daughter casually mentions that she and her husband are thinking of "starting a family."
"We're taking a survey," she says half-joking. "Do you think I should have a baby?"
"It will change your life," I say, carefully keeping my tone neutral.
"I know," she says, "no more sleeping in on weekends, no more spontaneous vacations."
But that is not what I meant at all. I look at my daughter, trying to decide what to tell her.
I want her to know what she will never learn in childbirth classes.
I want to tell her that the physical wounds of child bearing will heal, but becoming a mother will leave her with an emotional wound so raw that she will forever be vulnerable. I consider warning her that she will never again read a newspaper without asking, "What if that had been MY child?" That every plane crash, every house fire will haunt her! That when she sees pictures of starving children, she will wonder if anything could be worse than watching your child die.
I look at her carefully manicured nails and stylish suit and think that no matter how sophisticated she is, becoming a mother will reduce her to the primitive level of a bear protecting her cub.
That an urgent call of "Mum!" will cause her to drop a soufflé or her best crystal without a moment's hesitation.
I feel that I should warn her that no matter how many years she has invested in her career, she would be professionally derailed by motherhood. She might arrange for childcare, but one day she will be going into an important business meeting and she will think of her baby's sweet smell. She will have to use every ounce of discipline to keep from running home, just to make sure her baby is all right.
I want my daughter to know that every day decisions will no longer be routine. That a five year old boy's desire to go to the men's room rather than the women's at McDonald's will become a major dilemma. That right there, in the midst of clattering trays and screaming children, issues of independence and gender identity will be weighed against the prospect that a child molester may be lurking in that restroom.
However decisive she may be at the office, she will second-guess herself constantly as a mother. Looking at my attractive daughter, I want to assure her that eventually she will shed the pounds of pregnancy, but she will never feel the same about herself.
That her life, now so important, will be of less value to her once she has a child.
That she would give herself up in a moment to save her offspring, but will also begin to hope for more years, not to accomplish her own dreams, but to watch her child accomplish theirs.
I want her to know that a cesarean scar or shiny stretch marks will become badges of honour. My daughter's relationship with her husband will change, but not in the way she thinks. I wish she could understand how much more you can love a man who is careful to powder the baby or who never hesitates to play with his child. I think she should know that she would fall in love with him again for reasons she would now find very unromantic.
I wish my daughter could sense the bond she will feel with women throughout history who have tried to stop war, prejudice and drunk driving.
I want to describe to my daughter the exhilaration of seeing your child learn to ride a bike.
I want to capture for her the belly laugh of a baby who is touching the soft fur of a dog or cat for the first time.
I want her to taste the joy that is so real it actually hurts. My daughter's quizzical look makes me realize that tears have formed in my eyes. "You'll never regret it," I finally say.
Then I reached across the table, squeezed my daughter's hand and offered a silent prayer for her, and for me, and for all the mere mortal women who stumble they're way into this most wonderful of callings.
May you always have in your arms, the one who is in your heart. Thought this was so lovely even for all of us that are already Mum's and for all those we know that will be becoming Mums.

Why Mothers Cry
"Why are you crying?" he asked his mum.
"Because I'm a mother," she told him.
"I don't understand," he said.
His mum just hugged him and said, "You never will!"
Later the little boy asked his father why Mother seemed to cry for no reason.
"All mothers cry for no reason," was all his dad could say.
The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why mothers cry.
So he finally put in a call to God, and when God got on the phone the man said, "God, why do mothers cry so easily?"
God said, "You see son, when I made mothers they had to be special. I made their shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gently enough to give comfort.
I gave them an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times come from their children."
"I gave them a hardiness that allows them to keep going when everyone else gives up, and to take care of their families through sickness and fatigue without complaining."
"I gave them the sensitivity to love their children under all circumstances, even when their child has hurt them very badly.
This same sensitivity helps them to make a child's boo-boo feel better and helps them share a teenager's anxieties and fears."
"I gave them a tear to shed. It's theirs exclusively to use whenever it's needed.
It's their only weakness.
It's a tear for mankind."

This one will give you a laugh
I was out walking with my then 4 year old daughter. She picked up something off the ground and started to put it in her mouth. I asked her not to do that. "Why?" "Because it's been laying outside and it is dirty and probably has germs." At this point, she looked at me with total admiration and asked "Wow! How do you know all this stuff?" "Uh," I was thinking quickly,"...all moms knows this stuff. Um, it's on the Mommy Test. You have to know it, or they don't let you be a Mommy." We walked along in silence for 2 or 3 minutes, but she was evidently pondering this new information. "OH....I get It!" she beamed. "Then if you flunk, you have to be the Daddy."

Chosen Angel
Once upon a time there was a child ready to be born.
So one day he asked God: They tell me you are going to send me to earth tomorrow -- but how am I going to live there being so small and helpless?
Among the many angels, I chose one for you.
She will be waiting for you and will take care of you.
But tell me -- here in Heaven I don't do anything else but sing and smile. That's enough for me to be happy.
Your angel will sing for you and will also smile for you every day.
And you will feel your angel's love and be happy.
And how am I going to be able to understand when people talk to me, if I don't know the language that men talk?
Your angel will tell you the most beautiful and sweet words you will ever hear, and with much patience and care, your angel will teach you how to speak.
And what am I going to do when I want to talk to you?
Your angel will place your hands together and will teach you how to pray.
I've heard that on earth there are bad men. Who will protect me?
Your angel will defend you -- even if it means risking life.
But I will always be sad because I will not see you anymore. Your angel will always talk to you about me and will teach you the way to come back to me, even though I will always be next to you.
At that moment there was much peace in Heaven, but voices from earth could already be heard. The child -- in a hurry -- asked softly, "Oh God, if I am about to leave now, please tell me my angel's name." Your angel's name is of no importance... you will simply call her "Mommy"

This one is a REAL TEAR JERKER!
Daddy's Poem
Her hair was up in a pony tail,
her favourite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy's Day at school, and she couldn't wait to go.
But her mommy tried to tell her,that she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand,
if she went to school alone.
But she was not afraid;
she knew just what to say.
What to tell her classmatesof why he wasn't there today.
But still her mother worried,for her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again,she tried to keep her daughter home.
But the little girl went to schooleager to tell them all.
About a dad she never seesa dad who never calls.
There were daddies along the wall in back,
for everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently,anxious in their seats
One by one the teacher calleda student from the class.
To introduce their daddy,as seconds slowly passed.
At last the teacher called her name,every child turned to stare.
Each of them was searching,a man who wasn't there.
"Where's her daddy at?"she heard a boy call out.
"She probably doesn't have one,"another student dared to shout.
And from somewhere near the back,
she heard a daddy say,"Looks like another deadbeat dad,too busy to waste his day.
"The words did not offend her,as she smiled up at her Mom.
And looked back at her teacher,who told her to go on.
And with hands behind her back,slowly she began to speak.
And out from the mouth of a child,came words incredibly unique.
"My Daddy couldn't be here,because he lives so far away.
But I know he wishes he could be,since this is such a special day.
And though you cannot meet him,I wanted you to know.
All about my daddy,and how much he loves me so.
He loved to tell me storieshe taught me to ride my bike.
He surprised me with pink roses,and taught me to fly a kite.
We used to share fudge sundaes,and ice cream in a cone.
And though you cannot see him.I'm not standing here alone.
"Cause my daddy's always with me,even though we are apart
I know because he told me,he'll forever be in my heart
"With that, her little hand reached up,and lay across her chest.
Feeling her own heartbeat,beneath her favourite dress.
And from somewhere here in the crowd of dads,her mother stood in tears.
Proudly watching her daughter,who was wise beyond her years.
For she stood up for the loveof a man not in her life.
Doing what was best for her,doing what was right.
And when she dropped her hand back down,staring straight into the crowd.
She finished with a voice so soft,but its message clear and loud.
"I love my daddy very much,he's my shining star.
And if he could, he'd be here,but heaven's just too far
You see he was a policemanand died just this past year
When airplanes hit the towers and taught Americans to fear.
But sometimes when I close my eyes,it's like he never went away.
"And then she closed her eyes,and saw him there that day.
And to her mothers amazement,she witnessed with surprise.
A room full of daddies and children,all starting to close their eyes.
Who knows what they saw before them,who knows what they felt inside.
Perhaps for merely a second,they saw him at her side.
"I know you're with me Daddy,"to the silence she called out.
And what happened next made believers,of those once filled with doubt.
Not one in that room could explain it,for each of their eyes had been closed.
But there on the desk beside her,was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.
And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,by the love of her shining star.
And given the gift of believing,that heaven is never too far.
They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but then an entire life to forget them.

Friday, May 05, 2006

Random Act of Kindness

Bailey has been RAKed. He has just been sent a beautiful bunch of helium balloons attached to a teddy bear for his bravery in having his Grommet operation yesterday. On behalf of Bailey, thanks to Iscar Australia for their thoughts and wishes and thanks to Pakenham Party Company (Darren and Mel) for the gorgeous arrangement. The balloons included a foil fire engine, foil Thomas the Tank, Foil Bob The Builder, Foil Dinsours, Foil Star and some brightly coloured balloons. Thank You!
Next time you're having a party, you'll find everything you need at the Pakenham Party Company on 03 5941 9888 or visit them at 55 Main Street, Pakenham.

Precious Words

"I love you" would have to be the most precious words a mother could hear from her children. I heard Bailey say for the very first time "uv you mum". My heart just melted.

Thursday, May 04, 2006

The Grommets Are In

Finally, Bailey was healthy enough to have his grommets in. He was done early, around 9.00am. He fought the gas mask for a little bit, even though they put a chocolate smell on the mask for him. When he has his asthma pump he plays a game where he takes 2 breaths then stops and waits for me to say "keep breathing". I said that to him today with the gas mask on him and then he relaxed. It wasn't long (about 20 mins) and he was finished and we could be with him in recovery, (we had to wear these really sexy shoes over our shoes). He took a while to come out of the aneasthetic and wouldn't stop crying, this was the most upsetting part for me and I had tears. He still had the bung in his hand and he hated that and tried to pull it out. We got the nurse to take it out thinking it would help to relax him but the cotton ball and tape she replaced it with was just as bad to him. All he really wanted was a drink. He kept pushing me toward his bag where he knew is drink bottle was. As soon as I gave it to him he relaxed and stopped crying. The nurses then gave him a vegemite sandwich, which he only ate 1 quarter of and some apple juice. They then gave him a bravery award certificate and some stickers to decorate it with. He was smiling a lot and then started walking around the recovery room so they sent us home. We were home by lunch time. He's been happy and bouncing around like nothing has happened. Now we can look forward to his speech developing. There is one little sentence he manages to speak very clearly and that's "NO WAY!" He picked this up from Micayla's Pixel Chix.

Self Portrait in School Newsletter

Micayla drew a self portrait in her school uniform during her 1st term in Prep and it has been published in the school newsletter "The Link".

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

Try This Game!!

This one will drive you nuts!!

The object of the game is to move the red block around without getting hit by the blue blocks or touching the black walls.

If you can go longer than 18 seconds you are phenomenal.

It's been said that the US Air Force uses this for fighter pilots. They are expected to go for at least 2 minutes.

A fun game

I won an Online Challenge

I entered the "machine stitching' online challenge on the Scrapbook Creations website last month. I can't believe it, I jumped online to find my layout up on the screen as the winner. I didn't even realise, even when I was looking at the picture of the layout, it all happened so quickly, I thought that looks familiar, hey, it's mine. I'm sooo excited. I'm not even sure what I win, I'm pretty sure it's a pack of Scrapbooking products, I just don't remember which brand, but I think there's a lot of stuff in it. Below is the layout that won the challenge.

Monday, May 01, 2006

Rusty Pickle


I was fortunate enough to spend the morning at Scrappers Warehouse with the man behind Rusty Pickle.

For those who don't know Rusty Pickle is a brand of Scrapbooking supplies from the United States. Lance Anderson is the man behind Rusty Pickle and he has a team of designers creating papers and products for us to use.

For 2 hours we spent making a little book called "Alphabet Soup" under the instruction of "Mr Pickle". It was awesome, learning about how Rusty Pickle came about from the man himself. He claims he doesn't have an artistic bone in his body, he has designers who do it all for him. We were given a kit to put the book together and he also gave us all a special little gift each to take home. I have never put together a scrapbooking project so fast in all my scrapbooking time. Everything was in front of me and ready to put together. I just love my little book, which is now going to take pride of place on a table in my lounge for all to see.