Roses are Red
Violets Are Blue
I Will Not Become A Scrap-booker
Because my Hips Are Already Big Enough.
So last weekend I went on a spending spree at JoAnn. All I really needed was some scraps of fabric for my thumbtack project.
JoAnn was having a huge sale and everything was Cheep! Cheep! Cheep! I bought a scrapbook and a big tablet of scrapbook paper, glue, stickers, etc.
I got home and looked at this mess and FREAKED out. I do NOT want to BE one of THOSE women. OH MY GOD. How did this even get into my home!?!?! I bagged the shit back up and it’s all getting returned. I think “Scrapbooking” would easily add another 6 inches to my hips and I’d undoubtedly end up wearing little white turtlenecks with skiing polar bears and penguins. Holy Shit. It’s like an entry drug to middle-age-boredom. The Fiance has said that the only thing I could do to truly make him run for the hills is to become one of those women who wears cardigans that has little house with smoke swirling out of the chimney.
HOLY CRAP. I used to have hot pink hair. I once shaved my head. I have done shots of tequila in/at Graceland. I almost hurled in the jungle room! I once dated an uber-famous-bass player who taught me to play bass. I was a guest speaker at a convention in France. I have gotten trashed on the beach in Italy and puked my brains out (and then covered it up with sand, sorry). I once asked Puffy/P. Diddy/Sean John for a light (when I smoked).
I AM NOT A SCRAPBOOKER!!! I will be 37 in October, but you will have to drag me kicking & screaming with bloody gums and broken nails into middle-age-boredom.
Enter the Gocco. Kim over at Four Beds Two Baths was using her Gocco this weekend and blogged about it. I am obviously in the market for some sort of artsy diversion. I started googlin’ Gocco and finding all kinds of fun (and COOL) things to do with this machine. I think I want the B6 model…so now I’m on the hunt to find the best price.
Here’s a couple of pictures from Flikr of some amazing Gocco projects (the word ‘crafts’ makes me nervous).
I’m Loco for Gocco.
EDIT: I just signed up for the 10/14 Gocco class @ Etsy. Helen (co-worker) says I’m a dork. I’m comfortable with being a dork. That comes naturally. I just don’t want to be frumpy & middle-aged.