I can't tell you how much I love this silver watch bracelet from 39 Metal Work Shop. It's just a bracelet, but as a watch person, I love it. A lot. I've worn a watch everyday of my life since I was probably 11, with the exception of my wedding day, but I maybe would have worn this bracelet (yeah, I would have).
It's late. Like 12:44 am late. And I've got my 80's playlist going -- The Commodores "Night Shift" is on, y'all.
I can't sleep. Why? Not sure. The children of the corn are all asleep, Lucy dog is too. I'm physically tired, but as usual, my brain won't stop. So, I've been shopping online. I've done quite a bit of online shopping lately. When I say quite a bit, I mean I may have ended the recession myself. Someone call Barack, I deserve some kind of medal of freedom or something.
I'm not in therapy anymore, and I'd rather spend the money on shoes and purses anyway.
So, this is the dress I've decided on for the hubs' reunion.
It's from Lane Bryant. Here are the boots I bought from Zappos to wear with the dress.
How do you like that croco detail? Shut up, that's awesome. They're Naturalizer. I like their boots. Didn't go for a big heel because I like not falling down. You all know my graceful nature.
I just bought this bag, the red will pop with the dress.
And while I was on Zappos getting the boots, look what I found.
These Born maryjanes are the cutest, had to get them -- Zappos said there was only one pair left. I'll wear them with jeans and capris. It's just too bad they don't match this bag I just picked up.
Hello, my name is Kerry and I am an emotional shopper (but at least I'll look cute).
It's Friday night. You know what that means -- sexy times. Yep, I'm at home with some Nyquil (because I'm getting a cold), in pajamas, Kleenex within reach, with the trusty laptop blogging and catching up on Dexter to get ready for the season premier Sunday.
This evening I stumbled upon something so ridiculous I felt I needed we needed a Friday Night Wrong Roundup. I've done vast research for at least the past ten minutes to compile what I believe to be the utmost in wrong for you, dear readers. The only question is where to begin.
I am nothing if not an art lover, so first up in wrong is the porntastic sculptured furniture of Peter Rolfe. Are you in the market for a new nekkid lady sculpture/two-drawer dresser thing? Well, look no further.
Onto more wrong. Y'all know I'm nothing if not a fashionista (in my own mind), so I don't know how I missed this gem.
I love the idea of interactive clothing. It's brilliant. Very Project Runway. Not so sure if I want my ass winking at you though. Thank goodness they've got a patent on that, you don't want just anybody making winking ass pants.
Speaking of winking, I've been told I have expressive eyes. More to the point, I've been told not to do "that eye thing," which I think is my disapproving look, I'm not sure. I'm thinking I could really push the envelope with these.
That's right. Eyebrow weaves. I have blond eyebrows that are pretty much invisible, so I color them when I color my hair. I'm SO getting eyebrow weaves. Imagine how disapproving I could look with those. So fabulous.
Next up is something for the musician in your life. I'm simply a fan of good music, not a musician, so I don't know what an acoustic guitar should cost, but $3900 seems a bit high even for a Chanel, which is a fashion house, not an instrument company.
You know what musician types are fond of? Sunglasses. The name Bono ring a bell? He's never without shades. Do you think he has these?
I'll let that sink in for a minute.
Okay. You know why these are the most retarded thing in this post, right? THEY DO NOT TELL THE TIME. The only people these "watches" are good for are the blind and preschoolers. Oh, and THEY'RE FREAKIN' TAPE. Have you ever had a hair caught in a bracelet? That hurts. Pulling tape off your wrist? Why not just save yourself the trouble and wax your arms? While you're at it, wax your eyebrows because they're going to come off when you take off your tape sunglasses.
The Nyquil's kicking in. I'll probably dream of tape and nekkid people furniture and wake up screaming "THOSE AREN'T DRAWER PULLS!"
The Pottery Barn catalog came yesterday. Usually I flip through the catalog and toss it, but not today.
Someone at PB has read my mind. As I've written about before here on the blog, I'm a sucker for typewriters. I love everything about old typewriters -- the ding one makes when the carriage returns, the sound of hitting keys, and smack of the letter striking the page. I love the way typewriters look, the anti-tech of the machine. I love that my favorite old authors were discriminating typists and that my man Hemingway would only write on a Royal.
I have to think he would approve of my next purchase.
Those are six beautiful canvases, aren't they?
Writers are a weird breed, as I've said on occasion. We have little superstitions, write only with certain pens, are fond of particular notebooks, specific times of day to write, but that's not all. Weird things about writing creep into everyday life. Like these canvases. I haven't made up my mind as to where to hang them. Common sense says the scrap office, but these are so special they may hang in the living room on the wall I still haven't figured out what to do with after four years in this house. I'm fairly certain they will be hanging on that wall soon.
I'm working on a post for later tonight, but right now I'm going to check Ebay for that elusive Olivetti Valentine.
Once again, it's up to me to tell you about a product you didn't know you needed. Watch the one-minute video, then we'll discuss.
Okay, first, the woman in the beginning looks uncomfortable because of the get-up she's sleeping in, not her boobs.
Seriously. I'm speaking only for myself, but damn, if your boobs are the reason for your insomnia, maybe you should read the news and you'll have a bigger reason to lie awake at night. I'm just saying. Now, I've had big boobs forever and never have I been trying to get to sleep and thought "if only I had some sort of plastic boob separator I could get some sleep!"
Let's look at some of the FAQs from kushsupport.com.
Q. Is there an adjustment period for Kush?
A. Like knee pillows prescribed by orthopedic physicians and chiropractors, there may be a brief period of adjustment for the first two or three nights. However, most customers report being unaware that Kush is even there while sleeping!
Q. How does Kush stay in place?
A. Kush offers a unique anatomically contoured design to fit comfortably between the breasts. Made of a lightweight plastic that offers the firmness necessary for breast support, the slip-resistant surface and contoured shape help keep Kush in place as a woman rolls from one side to the other during sleep.
Q. Do I need to wear clothing with Kush?
A. No. You don't need to wear a bra, restrictive clothing or special garments. You can sleep in nighties, T-shirts or in the nude, and Kush will stay in place with its slip-resistant outer coating.
Q. Why is my Kush not staying in place?
A. We recommend that customers use Kush against clean, dry skin. The slip-resistant quality of Kush can be negatively affected by nighttime perspiration associated with menopause, or by perfumes, alcohol, oils, lotions or creams.
Really. I don't see how I could be unaware of the Kush while I'm sleeping, but sweet mother of insomnia, thank goodness the Kush is slip-resistant and I can sleep in the nude with it. I cannot sleep in the nude, I'm far too prudish for that. Plus, if there was an emergency, like a fire -- if you sleep in the nude you'd have to throw some clothes on to run outside. At least I'd be on the lawn in my chemise waiting for the cute firemen to show up. Back to the Kush. It's slip-resistant is negatively affected by a few things, alcohol being one of them. I'm confused. Do they mean when you drink alcohol or if you pour a drink down your pajamas? 'cause I'm a klutz and am always spilling my booze at bedtime. The Kush comes in 3 different sizes and plenty of colors. Now, I thought the colors were for various skintones, but then I noticed the blue, lilac, and green, so I assume they're making the Kush for aliens. This, of course means aliens have boobs and now I don't know if I'm more disturbed by the Kush or by aliens with boobs. I'm telling you, sometimes this blogging thing unearths some phobias I didn't know I had.
The sizes are freaky too. And they remind me of the little hand weights my mom used to have when she had the exercise mini-trampoline when I was kid, and since my boobs are weights themselves, I don't think they need competition. Plus, according to the site, I'd need the large size and I fail to see how I wouldn't notice it while sleeping as the FAQs suggest.
It's a weird and wacky world we live in, isn't it? Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get my junk together for a little scrapbook trip to the swamp tomorrow. Since I don't have a Kush, I guess I'll pack the cordless phone to put between my boobs. I don't think that's big enough, maybe the dustbuster or a roll of paper towels.
Yesterday after reading every Father's Day card that Target had, I decided there has to be something out there for the rest of us. Are you familiar with the typical Father's Day card? Most of them have a picture of a sailboat or a lighthouse with a sentiment like this, "To my Wonderful Dad on Father's Day. You taught me how to tie my shoes and ride a bike, but the most important thing you taught was how to love." Or there is a picture of a man's feet with little girl feet standing on his shoes and it says, "Daddy, I'll always be your little girl no matter how grown up I am. Happy Father's Day." These types of traditional Father's Day cards make me want to throw up.
It's not that I have a bad relationship with my dad, it's that I don't have a that kind of relationship with him. The truth is, I didn't have much of a relationship with my dad until my parents divorced three years ago and he started speaking for himself. We talk on the phone once or twice a week and he tells me what he's been up to, which is usually working and going to Nicky's on two for one enchilada night with his girlfriend, then we usually talk about a couple of amusing relatives. It's good times. My dad is a regular guy who works hard for a living and doesn't have any real hobbies. He doesn't play golf, doesn't grill, doesn't care about football, and doesn't wear ties unless he's forced to. He's not one for a great deal of sentiment and I've never found the right sentiment for him in a card -- and for some reason, this year was especially hard. I ended up buying a card that said "To the King of the Road, Happy Father's Day." By the way, my dear old dad is a truck driver, more specifically, he is a "route salesman" for the big dairy in my hometown, but that's a fancy schmancy word for truck driver.
There was every type of Father's Day card except for the non-mushy card. There were expectant dad cards, new dad, step-dad, grandpa, papa, grandad, "to my son on Father's Day," "to my mom on Father's Day," and my favorite "you're like a dad to me." I thought about getting the last one just for fun. There was even a Father's Day card from the cat or dog. When I saw the card from the cat I said WTF outloud in the presence of children. I apologize, I'm not proud of that, but I couldn't help it and yes, I said the words, not the acronym. So, I grabbed the king of the road card and mumbled to myself on the way to the check-out, vowing to make a line of honest Father's Day cards for The Rest of Us.
I think I'll call my card line Cards for the Rest of Us, which could mean whatever you want it to. I'm debuting my Father's Day line here on The Kerry Blog, feel free to clip and print for your own use, royalty free 'til Hallmark comes calling, bitches!
This is the first card, which I put on my Facebook page yesterday. It's short and to the point.
My friend Shannon suggested that maybe the above card was a little too mushy, so here is the bare-bones version, just right for your dad and any dad you know. And if you're visiting your dad at the county jail, this is perfect.
For those of you looking for a little more sentiment, this is the card for you. It can be taken any number of ways. I would let it speak for itself.
This card is just great for those "regular guy" dads like mine. Self-explanitory is the best way to go.
My friend Jennifer made a special request for a card and I hope this one covers all the bases. I thought the hammer added that nice passive-aggressive touch I'm always looking for in greeting card.
And lastly, this card is truly for the rest of us.
Y'all have a great weekend. Check the blog Sunday for an extra special Father's Day edition.
xxxooo,
Kerry
It's summer once again. Oh, don't be fooled by the calendar saying summer doesn't start until June 21st -- I'm here to tell you it's here. Yesterday was Memorial Day, and as everyone knows, Memorial Day is the kickoff of summer.
Now, it's been hot here in south Louisiana for a while -- mid-80's -- that's hot. As I've told you before, I'm not fond of the heat. Temperatures that make my makeup melt are not my friend. When I walk outside in the summer, I feel like the Wicked Witch of the West when Dorothy throws the bucket of water on her, "I'm melting, I'm melting!" And I'm a girl who has to have her face on or I feel naked. Really, I'm sure in the Garden of Eden after Adam and Eve made their bikinis from fig leaves, Eve cracked open a pomegranate and made the first lipstick and rouge out of it.
So, summer is not my fave. Last year I decided I looked silly in shorts with my white as milk legs, so it's capris and bermudas for me all summer. I do not tan. I burn. Badly. I've had enough sunburns in my life to know I can be outside at midday for 20 minutes and have a sunburn on whatever part of my body that is exposed. I'm sure I will have skin cancer at some point from my own sun stupidity and the lack of knowledge my parents had about UV rays. I recall a statement from my childhood that was repeated more than once that went something like "you'll be fine, we used to slather baby oil on ourselves and bake for hours!" Which led me to develop my own philosophy "just because you did it, it doesn't make it normal or okay." Feel free to use that little gem in your own life with your older relatives, sometimes it works.
Besides the looking-like-an-albino-in-shorts thing, I also dread what most women do at this time of year: the swimsuit. I'm no different than any other woman, we all have body issues and hate the swimsuit hunt and hate the "get ready for swimsuit season" propaganda that we get from magazines, television commercials, and now on my Facebook homepage. You know, because I'm not good enough the way I look now, I have to prepare for "swimsuit season" like it's an Olympic event. Here's a headline for you, advertising peeps: we will never be ready, perfection only exists in magazines thanks to Photoshop.
Even though I hate it, I have to wear a swimsuit at the pool. I'd rather wear a caftan ala Mrs. Robinson with a turban and sunglasses, but I think I'd get a few strange looks at Franco's. And so, I've been shopping online for the right suit for about a month. Guess what? There is no such thing. And I'm not just talking about for us plus-sized girls. The online stores and catalogs all want me to think they have the perfect suit, but I know better. You know why? Because wearing a swimsuit is as close to public nudity as it gets for most of us.
And so, I started my hunt. Lane Bryant, Torrid, Fashion Bug, Macy's, Nordstrom, OneStopPlus, SwimsuitsForAll, Sihouettes, and the list goes on and on. The suit I wanted was at Lane Bryant (no, they do not have swimwear in their brick and mortar stores, don't get me started), a top and a swim skirt, but the top was sold out in my size. I can't tell you how long it took me to decide on that top, so I was pretty miffed that it was sold out. I went back to my old standby, Land's End and picked two tops and a swim skirt, deciding to go in a completely different direction than the Lane Bryant suit. When I went to pick my size category there were more options than I've ever seen: Regular Torso,
Short Torso, Long Torso, Plus Size,
Short Torso Plus, Regular Torso D-Cup, Regular Torso DD-Cup, Regular Mastectomy -- holy Esther Williams! I don't know if I'm a short torso plus or just a plus. No idea. How do you measure your torso? Lands End, I'm a girl with ADHD, don't give me too many options or I'll go look at lolcats and forget shopping. I went with plus.
The fun part of shopping on Landsend.com is using their Virtual Model tool. I've used this before, but not for swimwear, so I thought this would be nice and virtually humiliating, getting to see what the virtual me would look like in the suit. Get a good look at this.
Meet Virtual Kerry. I don't know about her. Her hair is too long, but there wasn't another hair choice with curly hair. My real face is rounder and my boobs are bigger, but I think the skin coloring is about right. And she's standing like weird, but whatev. This is the swimsuit I decided on: top, skirt, and sandal. I went against my usual black suit, way out of my comfort zone, but the idea is maybe I'll feel better in the pink and won't look as pale as I would in black. Really, I just like pink. The Virtual Model thing is pretty interesting. On the site you can click the arrows to see what she looks like from the side and the back, which is helpful (and funny) to see what my virtual butt looks like.
The other weird thing about shopping Lands End is you can shop by your figure shape. The choices are triangle, inverted triangle, rectangle, and star. The link to see the descriptions for these shapes was broken, so I guessed that since I'm not the first three, that I must be a star, since a star is big in the middle (and so am I) -- so that's what I went with. Usually, when I've seen a figure shape chart in a magazine or wherever, I'm a circle or oval or an apple, if the choice is a fruit. A celestial body has never been a choice, but it's kind of neat. Pointy, but neat. Just for my amusement I went to igigi.com to see their shape categories, and of course, I'm an oval. Here's the description:
The Oval Figure type has the following characteristics:
Firt of all, man, she looks tall.
I'm so going to use "fleshy" as THE adjective to describe myself from now on. Does "fleshy" sound better than fat? That is the question of the day.
And thank you, Igigi, I know I do not have a giraffe-like neck, nor JLo's derrierre. I'm surprised they didn't mention my skinny ankles when describing my lower legs. Seriously, the Igigi people must have been stalking me to get this info. It's scary accurate. Why they just didn't name this body shape "Kerry" is beyond me.
So, that's the history of summer and me. Just one big heatwave of sunburns and body image issues. Hey, I'm working on it. Here's to a great summer for all of us -- be you a rectangle, triangle, inverted triangle, or star. Shine on.
I know what you're thinking, "Kerry, how do you do it? Style, smokin' bikini body, and sharp wit -- how do you not tell people what's what on a daily basis?" Well, that would be my general disinterest in speaking to people. Trust me, it takes quite the amount of effort to feign busyness and preoccupation when someone is attempting to grab my attention or start a convo while I'm in a doctor's waiting room, as I was yesterday.
As usual, I was trying to appear engrossed in something so I wouldn't have to talk to anyone, this time I was playing on Facebook on my iPhone, then moved onto a game of SuperBreakout before updating my calendar. Apparently I did not appear busy enough, as a woman started talking to me. This woman asked my name, said she sees me everywhere, and that our kids go to the same Mother's Day Out. It was at this moment that I thought either I had a stalker or that maybe I need to pay more attention to my surroundings, because I don't recall ever seeing this person in my life. And so I was trapped in the waiting room having to talk to this woman until she was called back and she stood and flung her purse on her arm. This is the purse she was carrying.
People, this is atrocious. How many tiny round zebras had to die to make this purse? Now, I'm all for making a statement with accessories, but the only statement this bag makes is: yeah, the safari had great shopping!
We need to talk about choices for a moment. I don't know who started the circle-flappy purse craze, but I'd like to beat them over the head with every mall kiosk circle bag ever made. Certainly these were first made by a designer, but in the trickle-down to the malls the bag morphed into the ugly we have here. I'm going to give y'all some advice on this one. If you have to have a trendy bag and are getting a knock-off of the real thing, stay within the original color range the bag was made in.
Speaking of, if you have a fake Coach bag with random letters on it, do us all a favor and set fire to it right now. Go ahead, I'll wait. Done? good. We will not speak of this atrocity again.
Moving on to an atrocity so heinous I'm tempted to skip the subject, but something needs to be said. If you are out of college or are old enough to have a real job, you are too old for velour sweatpants with words on the ass.
This is not a good look.
Dear Woman in the Doctor's Office With Two Clingy Children,
There is nothing Juicy about your ass.
Best Wishes,
Humanity.
People, if you are in your mid-thirties and have had a couple of babies you will no longer be able to purchase sweatpants with words on them. Period. For the love of retail, just stop. If you are my age (thirtysomething) you are are not Juicy, Baby, Sweetie, or Pink. You are not an Angel, Cutie, Princess, or Spoiled. What you are is stupid and you look like a fool. Yesterday when I saw the mom paying her bill, wearing the pants in question, it took every ounce of restraint I had not to walk up and say, "Hi, I'm Kerry from my blog and I'm here to help. Let's go to The Gap and get you some pants, then we'll have a bonfire with the hideous cellulite-hugging pink things you're wearing. Don't worry kids, your mom is in the hands of a semi-professional who has seen every eppie of What Not to Wear! I'm like a chubby Stacey London!" I just need my Clinton Kelly.
the "this is my ass" image is from www.lanceandeskimo.com. thanks!
Y'all know I love some shopping.
So, what's a girl today when she's on a plane for a while and forgets her newly purchased magazines, the book she's reading, and anything else she thought she packed to keep her entertained? Why the Sky Mall catalog, of course!
Are you familiar with Sky Mall? Sky Mall brings you products you never knew existed, much less need. At all. At any time. I love the Sky Mall catalog. Where else can you shop for pet products, Lord of the Rings jewelry, hammocks, wine chillers, and bizarre spa items? Bizarre is putting it nicely.
I never got into the finger-less gloves. I'm not sure if that's surprising or not. I've seen them in various stores and catalogs and on celebrities that really should know better. What I haven't seen are toe-less sock-type things. Foot gloves? No idea. Let's take a look.
The description says they are for hammertoes. I don't know what those are. Melissa sat next to me on the plane and gave me the impression said toes are not desirable, but this toe-less sock thing looks uncomfortable. I like that the toes are nicely painted. What attention to detail the photography director for Sky Mall must have. "No, don't use the model with the ugly hammertoes -- get some pedicured tootsies for the Happy Feet toe-less socks!"
For some reason the Sky Mall people think those of us who travel by plane are quite the afflicted group. That's the only logic behind all the bizarre health-related products for sale. For instance, here's the home acupuncture thingamajig.
I don't know about you, but I'm an American medicine kind of girl. I'm not hanging around the acupuncturist's office/batcave. Call me crazy, but I'm just a little iffy on the whole needles in my skin thing unless I'm getting a shot by a nurse in scrubs who knows my name in a doctor's office with a diploma hanging on the wall from a university in this country. And I don't mean a correspondence school either. For realz.
Sky Mall even has something for the hypochondriac in your life. Or maybe that's you. I'm just saying. There's no judging on The Kerry Blog -- just love and stuff. And a maybe a little judging. So, who cares if you think you have every disease known to man? Sky Mall cares. They want you to order this:
Note the tag line: A Guide to Self-Diagnosis for Hypochondriacs. And all this time I thought that was called WebMD. I would buy this for a couple of people I know, but I wouldn't want to encourage the crazy.
Speaking of crazy.
I'm all about comfort, but damn. When I was pregnant with Katie I had an extremely hard time getting comfortable at night and found a maternity pillow shaped like candy cane that allowed me to get some sleep. I loved that pillow. After Katie was born the pillow and I parted ways. There is nothing wrong with having a comfy pillow, even if it's shaped like a U. But sleeping with the long stem rose is just plain weird. And rose petals stain.
When it comes to sleeping, people have all kinds of weird quirks, don't they? I have to have complete darkness, my sound machine, 4 pillows, the ceiling fan on, and my bedroom has to be nice and cool -- I'd have the thermostat at 60 if the hubs didn't freeze to death. So, yeah, I'm kind of high maintenance in the sleep department, but not on planes. I've never been able to sleep on planes. But I never had this either:
Seriously? It's an inflatable pillow for your face. Mr. Mustache here needs his beauty rest, so he brings his teal velour pillow onboard, spends an hour blowing it up and annoying the people next to him, then has a nice restful nap, just in time for the announcement to put your tray tables in their upright position and wake the hell up.
Don't tell me the pillow is a good idea or it's practical or convienent, because I'm not buying it. In fact, I'm not buying any of these either:
Why so many solutions for the common litter box? Is there some kind of litter box crisis going on in America that I'm not privy to since our cat ran away? Are cat owners rebeling? Do today's cats have needs beyond Tidy Cat Crystals and a scooper? Damn right they do. Cats today need a concealed litter box or one that looks like the space ship from Mork & Mindy.
But maybe you're not a cat owner and you're on a plane shopping for something unique. Maybe you've been thinking about taking the pink flamingos out of the front yard and tossing the garden gnomes in favor of something more edgy. You could go with either of these bad boys:
You couldn't go wrong with either monster. Personally, I would purchase both and put the zombie coming out of the ground to the side of Bigfoot as if Bigfoot isn't watching where he's going and is going to step on him. I have a couple of friends with birthdays coming up and I think these would be just perfect. They would also make a great housewarming gift. If you order these for a housewarming, have it delivered to your house, then under the cover of night go set them up on your friends' lawn so they can be surprised in the morning. Nothing says "welcome to the neighborhood" like a couple of monsters on the lawn.
Depending on how you look at it, this is either the best or the worst of the Sky Mall catalog. It's one of those "is the glass half empty or half full" things.
When I heard Scrap Etc.'s event was going to be held in Atlanta, I knew I wanted to go. Atlanta is one of my favorite places. The hubs and I lived north of Atlanta when we were newlyweds back in 1997-98 in Gwinnett County. It was a great place to live and we had heaps of fun each weekend exploring the area.
This weekend some of my favorite peeps and I will be exploring the Crowne Plaza Resort for Scrap Etc.'s "Wishful Thinking: the art of creating memories." I couldn't be more excited to be spending the weekend with my girlfriends (even the fabulous Lisa is meeting us all the way from Connecticut) and we will see lots of scrapbooking friends we've made over the years. This event is much different from ScrapFest! in the way that we will be in classes from 9am 'til 5:30 each day with cropping at night. Most of us are used to the open-crop sort of retreats, so we're hoping to learn fun new techniques from some of the best in the industry.
We're also hoping to get some good shopping in on this trip as well. Can I tell you how much I love Phipps Plaza and Lennox Square? Bloomingdale's, Nieman Marcus, Kate Spade, Louis Vuitton, Crate & Barrel (my favorite), Burberry, Nordstrom, Vera Bradley, Saks Fifth Avenue, and Tiffany & Co. Y'all. Oh, and Teavana -- it's like tea heaven. Love that. And Perimeter Mall is close to our hotel, where there is a Nordstrom, so I may have to get the Mrs. Robinson dress. And we can get an Orange Julius too. Is there anything better than a scrapbooking weekend, fab shopping, and an Orange Julius? Okay, dinner at The Melting Pot. I'm pretty sure we're going for some fondue. It's going to be a good weekend.
Check out Scrap Etc.'s site to see the instructors and their blogs for some creative inspiration.
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