I lay in bed thinking what did I do, I'm not an artist, I'm a digi scrapper. As a preteen, pre jr high kid, art class seemed so bohemian and artistic and rich pumpernickel bread. I was white wonder bread. I took typing!That didn't stop me from glancing in that room of mysteries!
The first stop in the caravan is ONE word! I had done the previous pages first and was in aargh mode about the journaling. I did NOT want to sound whinny. I liked typing. lol But I have always wanted to have some artistic talent. I just didn't have an outlet. That combined with peer pressure and ridiculous notions about myself I didn't persue art.
My word ACCESS~as I now have access to art.
Well-I'm on an art journal journey! This is how it is gonna look in my book! I like the flaps. Because I can do a full page on an 8 1/2 x 11 sheet sideways or rip the flap off and just have single page.
I attached the page with double stick tape to the garden pages that came in the journal!
See how it opens to show more to the story.The original paper shows here, so you can see, I am covering this up~kinda cool to me, cause I am growing and yeah maybe it is weird and funky to think it..but that's okay I can be weird and funky.The journal is now attached and folds up nicely. When opened flat you get the whole story to the key hole and the shadow to my unruly hair! ha ha