Most of us "paper crafters" are....hoarders. We talked alot about the definition of hoarding it on my trip last week and I guess I will be the first to step to the podium and admit it. You can admit it in the privacy of your own home.
"My name is Stephanie and I am a paper hoarder"
(this is where you say "Hi, Stephanie")
The thing is, when I come across a paper (okay, or felt, or buttons) that I really like (I would prefer to say LOVE) I buy it, in bulk, you know..just in case I want to use it...alot.
Working in the paper crafting/scrapbooking industry makes it a little tough when I like so many things from so many companies from years past when really, stores, manufactures' and designers would prefer that I "promote" the latest and greatest.
This is where I have gotten into a little bit of a pickle because I have soooo much stuff and I am such an "equal opportunity" paper and product lover that it was time to change my "roll" in the industry.
I truly feel that my skills help me to coordinate this, that & the other from all mediums, regardless of what release they are from, which manufacture produced them or even if it is paper (because I love felt...and canvas...and corrugated cardboard)
At the end of the day, if you have created something, from the heart..nothing else really matters.
Case in point.
I ran into an old friend at the beginning of this week. She was with her brother and sister-in-law and introduced them to me. She continued to tell me that he had VOLUNTEERED to head to Afghanistan for an entire year...and that he leaves tomorrow.
This where I inserted my own foot into my own mouth and repsonded "You Knucklehead!" Here I had just been told that this man, with a family, had selflessly vounteered to return to a country ten feet deep into war..
and I called him a "knucklehead"
Luckily, our conversation diverted onto the subject of chocolate chip cookies and I did manage to hear that he mentioned that he LOVED cookies (even though all I could think of was "What the h#*! was I thinking???)
but then I really did start thinking...and baking!
Fast forward to last night where I took a few of the neighborhood boys to meet a "Real Solider" and apologized and thanked him for serving our country and the boys presented him with a gallon sized can of chocolate chip cookies....embellished with paper that I had "collected" "loved" and "hoarded" just waiting for the perfect time to use it.
