I am under threat of pain and death from my ever tolerant mother. We share a craft room at her house and my 'side' is a bit of a tip.
So... Operation Ruthless Scrapper starts in earnest this weekend. Yes. I know that paper is lovely, but will I ever sodding use it? No!
So far there is a pile about 3 inches thick of paper and card to get rid of. Including a whole wedge of KI memories paper that I bought thinking "Crikey yes! thats just what I need!" but in reality I just can't use.
It actually feels quite good. And I will be updating my spoddy-tastic Bazzill cardstock spreadsheet. Oh yes. Now that always results in a scary moment. How much bloody cardstock do I have?!
Of course, in stead of staying in yesterday to sort things out, I went to the NEC. And bought very little! Go me! OK, so the alphabet stamps aren't essential for my survival, nor are the little collection of cardmaking things from Craftwork Cards. And I can't really convince myself that I would have died without that bottle of autumnal leaves. The white Staz-on was however *essential*. Oh yes.
Right! Up and at'em Watson.... Stuff and things to do. Stop procrastinating. Get UP!
