A new craft for a crafty lady . . .

So, I realize I have been off for a while, working full time and getting fully absorbed in teen fiction takes a lot out of me . . . but I am back, temporarily anyways . . .

So, I started a new craft - the oh so wonderful Accordian Book!  It's like a folding scrapbook that I can stick in my pocket.  I have made a couple so far, but the only completely finished one is my Girl Guide Memory Book.  The front and back are cookie boxes with the inside full of badges, photos, and other little memories.  I miss my guiding days.

Enjoy!  "Be Prepared"

Front Cover

Discovery 2004 - Provincial Camp in Saskatchewan.  We spent a few days at the campground with other guides all around the World.  We split up into all sorts of other interest groups - I went to Saskatoon on an Arts Journey - go figure!

We ran around Saskatoon dancing, watching Shakespeare on the Lake, learning to puppeteer, and paint with watercolours.  Oh the memories, how I would love to return to the simplicity . . . On second thought, a tornado destroyed our campsite while we were on our short interest journeys . . . maybe life wasn't so simple after all, I was just younger and had less responsibility then.

This photo was taken in Jasper many moons ago . . . My first train ride (and only train ride now that I think about it) was on this trip.  I think we ended up in Barkerville later on . . .

Ah, TREX.  Our motto was "Mud Washes Off" for good reason.  Shortly after this photo was taken, we decided to hike across a "dried up" lake to eat lunch on the island.  The lake turned out to be not so dried up after all, and all of the older girls and leaders (me included) ended up sinking great distances in muck that smelled like rotting eggs.  We lost a walking stick and a shoe if memory serves me right.  After the smaller girls realized that we were actually sinking and not just pretending, they retrieved us and we all took a "shower" with water bottles and baby wipes . . . Mud washes off (but we still smelled terrible!)

Some traders from various camps I went to.  "Our Cabana" is an international guidehouse in Mexico, and this particular trader was hand stitched by one of my guide leaders - such talent!

So, this has been my latest project, although I hope to paint some more soon, I miss the paint and brushes and the messiness of it all!  Alas, there are only 24 hours in a day . . .