:: my mother's hands ::

So, yesterday morning I ran across this photo, and that prompted me to write this blog post. Then I spent the day with my mother, older daughter, then my MIL, and then back home for a movie and popcorn with my family. After everyone went to bed, I grabbed the goodies that I just got in the mail on Friday from Paper Issues, (all from Crate Paper's :: The Pier collection) and I made this:

I used yesterday's blog post for my journaling (which is hidden in the vellum envelope behind the photo)

This was my favorite part! I used my exacto knife to cut one of the chevrons out and replaced it with a little homemade confetti! The stitching serves two purposes -- that finishing touch, and it holds all the confetti in the pocket!

 Amy Tangerine alphas that I inked with a bit of yellow ink.

Several layers and scraps, enamel dots, washi tape, and Mister Huey's spray to finish it off!  This was a fun one to make, and I love how it turned out!

my mom

My mom has always looked and acted much younger than she is. In fact, it is unbelievably easy to forget that she is seventy-six. Her attitude and heart are clearly still somewhere in their thirties…maybe forties...and she looks at least twenty years younger than her chronological age. I took this photo a year ago, on Mother’s Day. After our celebrations were over and I was home looking at all the photos on my computer, this photo of her hand reminded me, she is in her seventies. I am so lucky that I have my mom. I don’t know what I would do without her.

There were other memories that came flooding back when I saw this photo. I used to sit on my mother’s lap and play with her hands.  Specifically, I would hold a finger from each of her hands and click the fingernails together. I don’t know why I did this, I just remember that I felt safe in her arms, and somehow doing this was comforting. I always wanted to grow up and have long nails like my mother (I don’t, by the way).  I also remember that her hands and fingers seemed so big compared to mine. This memory must be from when I was quite small because her hands are tiny compared to mine now! I think it’s interesting that something that seems so minor, clicking my mother’s fingernails together, is really such an important memory; and that this photo strikes such an emotional chord in me. 

matching socks -- from just a few weeks ago!

at the fair last summer

at grandma's last summer

Scrap Your Story :: No Rain ::

It's FRIDAY!  For mean this means I can wear jeans to work, I get to have pizza and wine for supper, AND it's a new challenge at Scrap Your Story Challenge Blog!  This week is a sketch.  Here is the sketch:

And here is my take on it:

I hope you join us this week at Scrap Your Story.  I love seeing all of the great submissions each week!

TTFN!