First of all, I want to share the first couple of pages from the album I made on National Scrapbooking Day. We all got through tons of pages led by Shimelle and it was the first time I've ever been cropping or classing or anything, so a big thumbs up from me.
I decided to start on a uni themed album as I didn;t get to do much scrapping during those years as I couldn;t take my stuff with me. Plus the studying kind of got in the way. And then the holidays were invariably spent earning pennies. But I'm loving looking back now and melting into nostalgia. This is my front cover:
And the first double:
Uploading is taking a long time and some of the pages aren't finished yet (I still have some more "stage 2" scrapping to add) so more of this later this week. Suffice to say, it was a fantastic day, worth every penny, and I still cannot get over how much stuff I got done. I am a slow, page-in-a-day kind of a girl, but limited to the kit and with design promptings from Shimelle, the layouts really started to stack up. The kit, by the by, was Dear Lizzy-esque and full of delights including lots of papers, cardstock, thickers and ribbons. I didn't take any other supplies with me as I was going by train (read: a bus, 3 tubes, another bus and a train) and had limited space, but I found that a help rather than a hinderance. I'm going to make an album in a day again next bank holiday weekend. More thoughts on that later.
And so to ritual humiliation. I am of course, referring to the staff space hopper race. About 100 of the boys turned up to watch. I was in the maths department heat and I came last. Bad enough but I fell off. Twice. In a row. Landed both times on hands and knees and I have the bruises to prove it! This meant that I was miles behind and had to do the bounce of shame alone down the home straight. I blame it on the fact that my opponents were a)sporty and b)men so have longer legs and more muscles. So it was biology, not lack of talent, that let me down.
Although lack of talent can't have helped.
It was a great event though, with some witty sixth form commentary, masses of indiscriminate cheering, and lots of other teachers fell off too. And one of the maths department won, so that's a little victory!
Back into school tomorrow. It's been a lovely day, watching the rain while I'm snug inside, scrapping, baking and knitting while Poirot does his thing.