Bloggyland

Dearest Bloggyland, I have completely abandoned you. I'm terribly sorry but we moved into a new house and I can't stop decorating it. It's taking all my time. Besides, I have some new friends now, such as Pinterest. P and I are BFF's and she's slightly a lot cooler than you. But I do really want to blog and I will, dearest, because I am totally infatuated with blurb books and I want one for every year. So, one of these days, in the near future (no commitments please) I shall blog about our new home and totally sweet awesome neighborhood and pick up where we left off, as if nothing ever happened... as if I did not not blog for an entire year... or two. And all will be well. Yes, be all well. ( :

that's a wrap

gotta start somewhere ( :

( : (smiley faces tell it all. really)

Blaine Finlinson Lyman's scrapbook

I decided that Grandma Angie's scrapbooks were in need a digitalness.

This way everyone can have access to them AND they can even order one of they want.

CHECK IT OUT!

A Scrapbook of Blaine Finlinson Lyman (1925 - 1964) by his mother Angie Finlinson Lyman (1901 - 1988) | Make Your Own Book

The only problem with this one is.... it ended up being quite expensive to order when it was all said and done. 160 pages size 11"x14". About $112 per book. Hm. A little steep. Grandma's scrapbook's are 8"x14" so that's why I did this size of book. Anyways, a work in progress, I tell ya.

THEE COOLEST part about scanning these scrapbooks is that I can see TONS of resemblance in about 50 of my cousins lookin' at these pictures. In this scrapbook specifically I saw a lot of Spencer Curran, Morgan Lyman, and Rodger Lyman.

FUN!

One of these things is not like the other...

Where do you put your mismatched socks?

Will hang in the laundry room.

Officially in love with glazing.

Obsessed with all things DIY.

White is in

White and yellow and gray.

Beautiful.

Trendy.

I have no problem with that.

Remember this scary dude?...

I purchased him and his brother at the DI for $25, painted them black, thought they were glorious.

That was in my previous life.

Now everything must be white.

...

There must be no oak.

If I see oak I immediately attack it with a paintbrush full of creamy white substance.

I then discard the chairs and buy new ones at IKEA because chairs are too hard to paint.

And because I don't own a paint sprayer... yet.

And because those little baby stools are impossible to resist.