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Catalyst Sixty-Eight
June 28, 2009, 8:21 am
Filed under: catalyst

 

As always, thank you to all of our visitors and all the encouraging comments you left for us. For those of you who did, thank you for playing along with us.

 

Ok! Here’s catalyst number sixty-eight:

 

Did your life turn out how you imagined?

 

We are thrilled to announce that this week’s art will be a part of a feature scrapstreet.com magazine will be doing on creative therapy. You can see the feature and more information about these pieces of art and some of our team members on their site on July 1. Make sure to visit them and a big thank you to scrapstreet.com magazine for the honor.

 

We’re so excited to have Iris Babao Uy as this week’s Guest Artist.

 

I have been a fan of Iris’s art for a long long time. Her layouts are absolutely stunning. The attention to detail and the elegance in each piece always takes my breath away. Here is some information from Iris’s own words:

 

I’m am a scrapbooker residing in the Philippines . I have been blessed with a wonderful husband and two precious girls. Nicole is 4 and Cheska is 5 months old. I am privileged to be designing for Prima Marketing, Webster’s Pages, and October Afternoon. I am also part of the Memory Makers Masters of 2008. You can find more about me and my craft at www.irisbabaouy.blogspot.com I am so honored to be a guest at this wonderful site and I will be among your frequent visitors. The art I found here is amazing and I am just so thrilled to be part of this all.

 

We are so honored to have Iris here and if you haven’t seen her amazing art, make sure to check out her blog.

 

 

 

 

Here is Iris’s art with this week’s catalyst. You can click on it to see a larger version and more detail.

 

 

 

Iris Says:

When I was a teenager, I would spend so much time reading books on romance and happy ever after endings. I read and read and daydreamed of that kind of life. The dream was sugar coated, but my life was far from sweet. I been through tough times but I have also been given a second chance. Through God’s grace, I met my husband and we began our own adventure. Now that I am married with two children – my life is just as I would have wanted it to be. We are not rich but we are comfortable. We are blessed and we are thankful. Life will always have its ups and downs but I now have a family who has made the journey worth taking, and the trip more interesting

 

Technique Highlight:

 

I distressed the fabric and created a hole in one corner as a pocket for embellishments. I first covered the canvass with gesso then I painted and stamped over it. I hid a library card for my journaling in the upper pocket.

 

 

Thank you so much Iris; we’re so very very honored.

 

 


Here are some interpretations of the catalyst from members of our team. We have quite a few pieces for you this week. And, as you’ll notice, we have a new team member: Rachel. Welcome Rachel!

 

Rachel:

 

Rachel Says:

Archaeologist. History teacher. Writer. Lifelong student. Single. These are a few of the things that I thought that I would be, what I would do with my life. Never once did the words wife, mother, stay at home, homebody or scrapbooker enter my thoughts or plans. I thought that what I wanted was a life that I thought was calling ‘my own’… I always joked that my plan was to just live in sin and see the world.

 

But you know that saying… life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans? Yeah… that happened.

 

Married at 17. Mama at 24. A stay at home Mama, in fact. Scrapbooker. Still living in Prescott and actually loving it?

 

That’s my life now. It’s delightfully ordinary in a way that is so extraordinary to me that I find myself often times wondering when I will wake up and learn that this has just been a magical dream.

 

Being a wife, a mother, and living for my family is a dream that I never knew I had and I am so glad that it happened while I was busy making other plans. There’s still time to travel, further my education, find my career and write… now I just get to include something greater in that picture, my ordinary life and greatest treasure, my family.

 

 


Wendela:

Wendela Says:

Oh yes…life is good! I’m so happy with my husband, my 4 lovely kids…my house….my friends..I’m a very blessed girl! No matter how my life turns out, my life is in His hands, Thank You Lord!

 

 


Karen:

Karen Says:

Even in my wildest dreams and biggest hopes, I could never have predicted such an amazing life. Such incredible children. Such a loving husband. So much success. So much luck. I am so so so thankful and so blessed.

 

Why is this in a binder?

 

 


Amy:

 

Amy Says:

When I thought about this catalyst, I thought about plans and blueprints made throughout the years. I thought about the milestones and markers that might fall in line on a map of living. Has my life turned out as I expected? Maybe not. But from this vantage, it’s sometimes hard to look back and see clearly what I expected. Day by day life has unfolded and shifted and changed. Focusing on the moment by moment of living, the changes just get folded in, smoothed out, absorbed. Directions change. Detours are taken and made. We adjust. There is no yellow brick road. There is no pre-determined palette with which my life is to be painted. Instead, it’s ongoing. It’s a canvas started and yet not completed. It’s a cycle, a spiral, and a constant exercise in flow.

 

 


Kimmi:

Journaling Reads::

Although there have been many ups and downs in my life, it turned out to be more than I ever could have hoped and wished for.

 

 


Lia:

Lia Says::

Is my life right now how I imagined it to be 10 years ago? Of course not! I had the best of dreams and hopes for my future back then, from the simplest dream of being a world traveler to a hope that I would find the love of my life. Through the years, many dreams were lost, hopes dashed and compromises made. But there were many dreams (both mine and those my loved ones had for me) were fulfilled – most significant ones were my late mom’s last wish to have me graduate from University, and yes, me finding the love of my life. There were even some surprises in my life, from working in Finance in a Shipping company and opportunities to share my love of creative handiwork with the scrapbooking community. So would I trade my life right now for the one I imagined 10 years ago? Well we are all allowed to dream, but I so love my life right now. And that is good for me.

 

 


Larissa:

 

Larissa Says:

Recently, I traveled to Tuscany, in Italy.

 

All I wanted from this trip was seeing the flower fields, specially, the sunflower fields which are the main postcard from the region. However, after some days traveling through artless roads permeated with olive trees and grapevines, there was no way to see one single sunflower!

 

Since the first day in that country, I tasted delicious, sweet and juicy cherries that I’ve never had in my own country before. They were present in any dessert, snack or picnic during the trip. Oh, how delicious the Italian berries are!

 

0ne beautiful day I realized what those cherries meant, because I’ve had the opportunity to see this beautiful musical which tells the story of Saint Clare’s life.

 

In one of the first scenes, close to her death, she asks for a single cherry as her last wish. At the end of the show, the one who gives her the cherry is God. Anyway, in that tragic moment, I understood that there was no sense in continue looking for sunflowers if I already had such fabulous cherries! That same idea got me to the movie “Under the Tuscan sun” on which there is a message related to search for happiness: “Stop looking desperately for ladybugs. They will, out of the blue, appear in your life, or better, you’ll notice they are already present there”.

 

When I think about what I have transformed my life into, there are many times I question myself if I chose the right path to happiness, because, even though I live today exactly the life I planed for myself years ago when I wished for financial stability and having enough time to dedicate myself to a creative hobby or something which would bring me personal fulfillment, I don’t find it easy living with no passion or dedicating myself daily to an activity whose objectives I no longer believe in.

 

Anyway, the ladybugs, the sunflowers and the cherries are actually what make me understand that, in order to be happy, I just have to discover the formula to content myself with my conquests.

 

In this context I feel completely satisfied with the ladybugs and the cherries around me and, living without searching for what I cannot find, I hope my life turns into a beautiful flower field!

 

 


Severine:

 

Severine Says:

My life is as I had imagined: small, with a family that I love, a house, a cat and lot of happiness and the time to appreciate the little pleasures of everyday.

 

In French:

Ma vie est comme je l’avais imaginée petite, avec une famille que j’aime, une maison, un chat et surtout beaucoup de bonheur et le temps d’apprécier les petits bonheurs de tous les jours.

 

 


Fran:

 

Fran Says:

I don’t even remember what I thought my life would turn out like. I think I focused so much on getting out of where I was that I never really thought about it. I never had a good role model to show me what the possibilities are.

 

I suppose I thought I’d be a scientist, a business person, a professional. I never pictured myself anything but struggling and working hard. I didn’t ever think that I would be a person who could relax and enjoy life and enjoy just being with someone. As a kid, I don’t think I ever really believed I’d be in love and that there was a true soulmate out there for me. But that was so long ago and such a hard time. I have come so far from that scared child running away into something else – safety, I suppose – but not knowing what it was or how it would look.

 

For the past 20 years – nearly half of my life – I’ve been with Dave and we’ve been together and happy and in love. And everything else has become secondary. I worked for a while and I pushed myself hard. But when I developed chronic illness problems, I had to slow down. And, when I really slowed down and agreed to just find out who I am and where I am, I think I finally started to dream about what my life could be.

 

Now, I take time to relax. To explore. To just be. I take photos; I draw; I paint. I take care of myself and my husband. I don’t run any longer. I have made peace with who I am today and I don’t wonder who I would be. I am who I am and I am constantly growing.

 

 


Katie:

 

Katie Says:

I grew up a Navy brat and moved around the country as a kid a lot. It was hard, very hard. When I dreamed about how my life would be, it always revolved around a “forever house”. The house symbolized security, comfort, success and family. I grew up and married a Navy man. The moving continued and it was still just as hard. It’s even harder in a way because now I have to see my kids try to deal with the loss of friends and the nervousness of new schools. I have so much pinned on my “forever house”. I have most everything I want, kids, great husband, being a stay at home mom, dependable cars etc….but have been waiting for the stability of our “forever house”. Well, my husband retires from the military in 4 years, so we are finally in a window where we can buy our last house. And…we are in escrow…and are supposed to close TODAY! Finally after a lifetime of moving (15 moves to be exact) we will hopefully be moving into our “forever house” very soon. The house is a symbol to me of everything that is right in my life.

 

 


Lori:

 

Lori Says:

When I was twenty I decided I would be a career woman. I would easily be a Vice President by thirty and I would never choose to stay home when I was ready to have children. I just knew I would marry a man who was career driven, wanted four children and a huge home filled with stuff. In fact, I had a laundry list of wants for that male partner. After much heart break, I threw that list out. I decided not to date and to allow myself to just focus on my own self growth. That’s when he walked in. He, who changed my ultimate want list. He, who showed me what love truly is. He, who understood that life was meant to be lived/experienced and not purchased. If I had not learned early on that change and open–mindedness were worthwhile, I would have missed finding my true love. I would have missed having all I have now; love, romance, laughter, tears, joy, passion. I have a fabulous and real life that is driven by the things that cannot be purchased. I am so grateful that my youthful self was able to see the error of my intended plans.

 

Journaling Reads:

 

My twenty-year-old self never imagined my forty-year-old self a stay-at-home Mom with two kids. I am grateful to God, my Parents and my twenty-year-old self for allowing me to embrace change and arrive exactly where I want to be. For I love my life now, so full of laughter and joy.

 

 


Dedra:

 

Journaling Reads:

Life has had many twis ts and turns for me. There have been many defining moments that have shaped the woman I am today. When I was growing up if you would have asked me I would have said: “Yes, I want to marry raise a family. Be a great Wife, Mother, Daughter, Sister and Friend”. As far as a career: “Doing something I was passionate about.” Having a family was always a big part of my plan. I have always wanted to travel, especially with someone I love to share the experiences with.

 

Reflecting on my life thus far: I married my first husband and I received the best part of him and that was you, Shelby. I had a Corporate Career. I met you Jon and you are the love of my life. I truly believe you are my angel! If it was not for your persistence the doctors would not have found my Cancer and you did it just in the nick of time. Stage III, you saved me and helped with me through it all. This was a BIG wake up call for me. I see life in a completely different way. You, Shelby were five and I was constantly thinking about you. How would you ever know how much I love you. What a wonderful person you are. I wanted to witness the beautiful young lady you would grow up to become. The funny things we do together, our life. Documenting these things was still not something I did quite yet.

 

The day we married Jon, was one of the best days of my life. My heart is full. I was starting the next chapter of my life with my best friend. You have always treated Shelby like your own. I could not have asked for a better man to enter her life as a father figure. Ellie, you were born and our is family complete. You make the silliest faces. Your personality is so bright and fun. Both of you make me laugh, you sing with me in the car. We take walks, play basketball, swing, everything. Both of you girls and Jon complete me.

 

So, I did marry the love of my life. Have a family. I’m a Wife, Mother, Daughter, Sister and enjoy Friendships. I have found a passion for documenting our lives.

 

On my journey through life I will continue to learn what I can from the twists and turns that are in the future. Growing and evolving into the best women I can be.

 

 


 

Now it’s your turn: show us your therapeutic art around “Did your life turn out how you imagined?” I urge you to give it a try. It can be any form of art as long as it speaks to you.

 

Leave us comments with your work and you will qualify for the RAK we offer to a random participant. If you don’t have a community or blog where you upload photos, you can upload them on our flickr group.

 

 

Remember, this is not a competition. If your art makes you feel even a bit better at the end, you’ve won.

 

Until next week, enjoy each and every moment.

 

 



Catalyst Sixty-Seven
June 21, 2009, 7:25 am
Filed under: catalyst

 

As always, thank you to all of our visitors and all the encouraging comments you left for us. For those of you who did, thank you for playing along with us.

 

Ok! Here’s catalyst number sixty-seven:

 

What’s your favorite part about being a woman or a man?

 

We’re so excited to have Melissa Phillips as this week’s Guest Artist.

 

There’s something delicate and elegant about Melissa’s art that made me fall in love the minute I saw it. It’s so dreamy, so stunning…

 

So, of course, it’s no surprise that she designs for well known manufacturers like Tattered Angels and Melissa Frances. She also designs for the Scrappy Gourmet, Papertrey ink, Heartwarming Vintage Crafty Secrets, and Emma’s Paperie.

 

If you haven’t seen Melissa’s beautiful art, make sure to checkout her blog.

 

 

 

 

Here is Melissa’s art with this week’s catalyst. You can click on it to see a larger version and more detail.

 

 

 

Melissa Says:

There are so many things I love about being a woman….so I chose to start a journal for myself that celebrates all of things I love in my life…things that we as women get to enjoy, and for me things that center around the home. The journal is titled, “Homespun with Love”. Sections included in this journal are: Motherhood (first and foremost), sewing, baking, and crafting. Each section has a pocket included where I can stuff sweet pictures of my little one, favorite fabric scraps, beloved recipes, etc. I hope that one day my little one will keep this close to her heart and open it up when she wants to learn all about someone who loved her very much. I hope she’ll feel of the joy and happiness I felt throughout my life with her and the things I enjoyed surrounding myself with.

 

Technique Highlight:

 

One of my most favorite things to do with chipboard is create a weathered, worn, and loved look. Cream acrylic paint is wonderful as a base….so for my chipboard journal, inside dividers, and wing, I coated each with acrylic paint. I lightly sanded the edges to remove the paint and expose the chipboard underneath. It’s an easy and quick way to bring in character and depth to any project.

 

 

Thank you so much Melissa; we’re so very very honored.

 

 


Here are some interpretations of the catalyst from members of our team.

 

Wendela:

Wendela Says:

One of my favorite parts about being a woman is…….. breastfeeding. Nursing my kids, how I treasure these moments, sharing time together! I love the warmth I feel when my little daughter was cradled in my arms, and I love the knowledge to gave her the best start in life….I love her special smile she saves only for me… breastfeeding, the special bond we share will never fade…

 

 


Karen:

Karen Says:

I am a firm believer that women are the better and stronger gender. Maybe because I’ve been lucky enough never to suffer any kind of discrimination as a woman so I only see the advantages. The ability to carry babies. The ability to multitask and to love unconditionally. To care. To feel. To cry. To communicate. To be soft and tender when needed and tough when needed. To be gentle. To be intelligent and emotional at the same time. To get things done.

 

I am not sure why but I’ve always felt that women are, in general, more capable and more intelligent then men. I hold women in the highest regard and feel like I’m honored and delighted to be one. Wouldn’t have it any other way.

 

Note: This digital layout uses: kenner road swallow field, VINTAGE FLORALS by Shabby Princess, foto blend by Anna Aspnes, Katie Pertiet color challenge 4/25, meredith fenwick – all u need.

 

 


Opal:

 

Opal Says:

Wearing sweet, sexy lingerie under my jeans and tee shirt makes me smile…. it is one of my favorite parts of being a woman.

 

 


Kimmi:

Journaling Reads::

hair: there is nothing that is more relaxing than getting my hair done. i may sit in the same chair for hours, but to me it is as relaxing as it gets. sometimes i think that i go to the salon every six weeks, not because i need to, but just because i want to and because i enjoy it.

 

purses: i have an obsession with nine west hand bags. i’ve had many other brands of purses, but nine west is my all time fave. i usually get three to four each year. my favorites have been my bright red one and the yellow one that i currently carry.

 

make-up: nothing makes me feel more girly than getting up, fixing my hair and putting on makeup. i always feel so bare and plain unless i have “made” my self up. or as my son calls it “make-uping.”

 

jewelry: i dont often wear too much jewelry, other than my engagement and wedding rings, but on occasion i throw on some bangles, hoop earrings, and a necklace. definitely adds that feminine touch to any outfit.

 

shoes: shoes. can a girl ever have enough shoes? I have another obsession with buying shoes. from flip flops, to heels, to boots and even cute sneakers. if the shoe fits-BUY it!

 

Technique Highlight::

For this layout, I created pockets behind a piece of patterned paper, then used a punch to reveal the hidden journaling.

 

 


Lia:

Lia Says::

My favorite part about being a woman is the power in our eyes. They can convey so much meaning and emotions, without use of words. It’s an art that’s exclusively a woman’s and I’m proud to call it my own.

 

 


Larissa:

 

Larissa Says:

I love being a woman! I love how we can express our emotions without guilt, I love being feminine: wearing earrings, perfumes, make up, high heels, dresses… I love to dress myself and get pretty, but, of course, the best part of being a woman is the ability to generate another human being! My girl is the best part of me, and she is so girly that I couldn´t resist doing something about her!

 

 


Severine:

 

Severine Says:

I love being a woman can do girly things … stuff that only girls can do or like : to go shopping, to make her husband stop on the roadside to pee … and above all to give life is an immense happiness that we experience as women and even if it is explained to men they can not imagine.

 

In French:

J’aime être une femme pour pouvoir faire des trucs de filles … des trucs que seules les filles peuvent faire ou aime faire comme le shopping, faire arrêter son mari sur le bord de la route pour faire pipi … et puis surtout de pouvoir donner la vie, c’est un immense bonheur que nous ressentons et que les hommes même si on explique aux hommes il ne peuvent pas imaginer.

 

 


 

Now it’s your turn: show us your therapeutic art around “What’s your favorite part about being a woman or a man?” I urge you to give it a try. It can be any form of art as long as it speaks to you.

 

Leave us comments with your work and you will qualify for the RAK we offer to a random participant. If you don’t have a community or blog where you upload photos, you can upload them on our flickr group.

 

 

Remember, this is not a competition. If your art makes you feel even a bit better at the end, you’ve won.

 

Until next week, enjoy each and every moment.

 

 



Catalyst Sixty-Six
June 14, 2009, 9:02 am
Filed under: catalyst

 

As always, thank you to all of our visitors and all the encouraging comments you left for us. For those of you who did, thank you for playing along with us.

 

Ok! Here’s catalyst number sixty-six:

 

Create art around someone or something that you still have unfinished business with (something that’s been bothering you for a while.).

 

We’re so excited to have Wendy Vecchi as this week’s Guest Artist.

 

My friend Katie recommended Wendy to me and her art is so stunning, so breathtaking that I am delighted to have her here.

 

Wendy has the enviable position of being on both Maya Road Design Team and Tim Holtz idea-ology. I honestly cannot think of two manufacturers I’d rather work for. As if that’s not wonderful enough, she’s also Exclusive Ranger Demo Artist and a Certified Ranger Educator. She will also be a guest instructor for the Artful Voyage in Mexico with Tim Holtz, in October of 2009.

 

But, wait, that’s not it! Wendy also has her own signature line of stamps from Stampers Anonymous titled “studio 490″ which capture her passion for art with a touch of whimsy. Her style is unique and eclectic with an exceptional attention to detail and a fresh approach to the creative spirit. You will notice that almost every piece of her art includes a flower.

 

She shares her love of techniques on her beautiful blog and you can see more of her art on studio 490 stamp pages on the Stampers Anonymous website and on the Maya Road Design Team blog.

 

 

 

 

Here is Wendy’s art with this week’s catalyst. You can click on it to see a larger version and more detail.

 

 

 

Wendy Says:

Mom…

 

I’d love to talk to you just one more time.

 

It’s been 20 years since your passing…but it seems like forever. So many things have happened since then. My life took an unexpected turn, in September of 2007, when fate stepped in. I wish that you were here to enjoy my new career.

 

After 30 years, I’m no longer a surgery nurse manager…now I’m an ARTIST! Imagine that…If you remember my kindergarten report card, one of the comments that Mrs. Yazbeck wrote was.. “Wendy is very creative”.

 

I had no clue until recently, but I’m sure this creativity came from you.

 

So now instead of working in a sterile controlled surgery environment, I do my best to get my fingers inky every day! I’m not as shy as I used to be. I bet you’d be surprised to know I travel around the country (all by myself!) helping others to enjoy this art of stamping. I’m working hard & having a blast!

 

I have some awesome art & business friends who you would just LOVE! I’m so sad that I’ll never get to introduce you to them. They are all very kind and so supportive. I really lucked out here…they are THE BEST!

 

I wish you could see how totally happy I am with my life. I think you’d enjoy seeing my art and what has become of me. I’m sure you would be proud of my success.

 

There’s lots more to say…lots more I want to tell you.

 

I just need to talk to you..

 

one more time.

 

Love, wendy

 

Technique Highlight:

 

My favorite technique these days is to stamp (studio 490 stamps of course!) flowers onto grungeboard and grungepaper and to create dimensional flowers. I guess my style would be called vintage, but with a feminine look. I strive to make things look old, worn and well loved…which explains the distress color palette I prefer. For me, it’s all about paying attention to the smallest detail.

 

 

Thank you so much Wendy; we’re so very very honored.

 

 


Here are some interpretations of the catalyst from members of our team.

 

Wendela:

Wendela Says:

I’m anxious about my daughter….she doesn’t eat much, sometimes she eats nothing!!! She said I don’t like it Mommy, I don’t like sprouts, beans, chicken…etc..

 

On the layout you can see her dreamy face….what’s she dreaming about…?

 

I know she’s dreaming about when she’s grown up, and she asks me sometimes, “mom when I’m eating a lot, can I become a mother then?”

 

I said yes my girl, you have to eat more, and more healthy food like vegetables and fruits…and than she made a silly face and said..ooooowwhhh now….I don’t like eating…

 

…Sigh….

 

 


Karen:

Karen Says:

Four years ago, when my son was born I had a falling out with a good friend. We haven’t spoken since. Over the years I’ve often wondered if it was worth it. The fight we had. Whether it was worth losing the friendship. I am not sure. Sometimes I think maybe it wasn’t…

 

 

This digital page uses the beautiful papers and elements from Kerry Lynn Yeary of Kenner Road.

 

 


Lori:

 

Lori Says:

I have unfinished business with myself. I have struggled with my weight since I was a teenager. When I was younger, I just wanted to look skinny and model-like, but as I’ve grown into an adult/mother/wife, I’ve learned that what I truly want is to feel light. It’s no longer about wanting to be a number on the scale, but about wanting to feel healthy and energetic and to look radiant. My son’s milk and egg allergy has forced me to learn about nutrition and to completely change they way we eat. It’s helped to start the process, and I intend to finish this business. I want nothing more than to stop the mind war over my health and body image. The only way to do that is to make good choices, day by day, decision by decision.

 

 


Christine:

Journaling in the Envelope Reads::

Because of God’s grace and mercy, there are not many regrets that I have in my life. However, I have to confess with much sadness that one of the greatest regrets I have is the loss of my friendship with you. You were like a sister to me, and we shared a bond that we hoped would not be broken during some of the most challenging seasons in our lives. Our friendship began in the seventh grade when we met in homeroom. Both of our mothers were friends, and they happened to be the only moms who were there with us to take us to our homeroom that very first day of junior high. I don’t know about you, but I wasn’t embarrassed then because I was so grateful that they did that for us, and that God brought us together then to strengthen and encourage one another! We shared so many good times those three years of junior high…sharing secrets, laughing, and spending every afternoon together walking home and talking about our hopes and dreams. I remember us talking about when we would be older…we both hoped that we would be one another’s maid of honor, and when we had children, we hoped that they would also be good friends with each other. We sincerely hoped that we would still be a part of each other’s lives even in our visions for our future.

 

But something changed…I changed…we were in high school and, at the end of our sophomore year, I left our friendship behind for a new relationship with my boyfriend. I truly regret doing that! There were times when I wished I could go back and let him know that you, my friend, were still an important part of my life. I wish that I had shown you how valuable you still were to me, and how much I truly appreciated you and your friendship. There were many times when I missed you so very much, and wanted to be able to talk to you about life and to laugh with you again…but you changed, too. You had a boyfriend, new friends, and our different interests separated us even more. I was focused on studying for college and being on the dance team, and we no longer shared the same classes as we did before. However, every time I passed you at school, I was reminded of the closest friend I had ever had…and a part of my heart filled with sadness, regret, and a longing for the friendship we had shared. No one in those high school years would ever be as good a friend as you had been to me.

 

After seeing you at your sister’s wedding a few years ago, my heart ached to be able to speak with you again and to know whether you’ve been well. I had so many questions for you that went unanswered…How are you? Are you doing well living so very far away from your family? Have you finally found “the one”? But most important question I hoped to ask you was, “Would you forgive me for hurting you and for not being a better friend to you?” I don’t know whether I will ever have the chance to tell you in person how very sorry I am for having abandoned our friendship. That’s why I’m doing it in this way…perhaps you’ll find it in your heart to forgive me. If so, I would be so very grateful to know that you would no longer be a long lost friend. Whether you choose to forgive me or not, you will always have a special place in my heart that’s filled with many wonderful memories because you were one of the best friends I have ever had.

 

 


KL:

KL Says::

i’m usually pretty good at surrounding myself with friends who i can trust, but sometimes, even when you think you know someone really well you end up getting hurt. a while ago a friend of mine betrayed me in a way that i had never considered possible and even now it hurts to think that i put so much trust and value in someone who was willing to throw our friendship aside in an instant without a second thought.

 

so this is my little personal letter to myself. a little letter telling myself that sometimes, even when someone apologizes, it’s ok for it to *not* be ok. you don’t have to always forgive simply so that someone else can feel better about hurting you.

 

Technique Highlight::

my little book was created by sewing some ribbon strips and vintage ledger pages to the binding of a mini drawstring pouch. i then added some clear buttons to the cover and some rubons to the inside. add some journaling and tie it all up to keep the thoughts safe.

 

 


Larissa:

 

Larissa Says:

Recently, I had a disappointment with someone I considered my friend. This person yelled at me for no reason (for being 5 minutes late) and I got deeply hurt because I just don´t think friends can get to this point where they have a lack of respect towards other people. Even though this person has apologized, I don’t think our friendship will ever be the same again. For this catalyst, I decided to make a box full of thoughts/cards

 

 


Katie:

 

Katie Says:

Ok, so looks like a cute little 4th of July house, right? Well, it is but……it was created with a story behind it. Unfinished business, I suppose.

 

Sometimes things are better left unspoken and other times even speaking out would do you no good. I’m in one of those type of situations right now. I feel compromised and I’m not sure how to deal with it.

 

So, back to the house. This is a family story. Many years back, my sister and her husband wanted to get a big house, with property, a pool . Well, a big house in Southern California is a lot to spend and they really didn’t have that, so they asked my Mom if she wanted to go in on it with them. She would pay 1/3 of the mortgage, 1/3 of the utilities and 1/3 of any repairs.

 

Well, Mom was an empty nester, my Dad had left and was now remarried, my brother had passes on and the years of business were long past, but I think she felt lonely in her house. So, she thought it would be a great idea. She could have a family around, have her grand kids down the hall etc…. So, they both sold their houses and bought the big house. The plan was to build a granny flat eventually. Well, eventually never came. There were some size constraints that came up and the price was so much higher then they thought…so she continued to live in the 2nd master bedroom upstairs by the kids.

 

Tension built over the years and eventually it came to a head and I feel my Mom was punished for it. No longer was Mom allowed to eat dinner with them instead she used the little microwave in her room to heat up frozen meals, no longer was Mom allowed in their living space, no longer was Mom invited to the birthday parties although recently my nephew begged that his grandma be able to come down and eat a piece of cake with him, my sister gave him her permission, but only because it was important to him…. lucky Grandma. Her 1/3 became the 4 walls of her bedroom.

 

My sister tried to cut the kids off from my Mom but they still snuck into her room and kissed her goodnight and they still slipped notes under her door. It gets worse, much worse…the things that I have heard my sister say and do, make me sick to my stomach. I feel so angry.
I am smack dab in the middle. I don’t like it. I keep my mouth shut, it’s not my battle to fight. I don’t want problems with my girls and their cousins. But I am to the breaking point.

 

My husband and I helped my Mom move to an apartment. My mom was a broken woman and needed out, plus my sister told her she had until the end of the month to get out, oh but of course to make sure that her check (her 1/3) is there by the time the mortgage is due every month.

 

So we moved her to an apartment, a far cry from the beautiful home she had lived in prior to her move with my sister. Texts came in to her all day, and I quote” Don’t you dare, ever come back to this house” and much, much worse ones then that. I did step in at this point and made the texts stop.

 

Mom is much happier now but she misses her grandkids horribly and peace is not here yet. I hear my sister rip my Mom to shreds to her husband, her kids and her friends. I can’t stand it…not one more second. I’m so beyond mad. I am sick of being silent. You see, I learned early on with my sister that fighting with her is a waste of energy. You will never win, you will never get an apology and you will never be right. Waste of time.

 

But this time, I am at my breaking point and at this point I feel that it is time for me to step up. It is my unfinished business.

 

So, that is how my little house became my piece of art for this week. It’s symbolic and when I look at it, I know exactly what it is telling me to do. I need to step up and take care of it.

 

 


 

Now it’s your turn: show us your therapeutic art around “Create art around someone or something that you still have unfinished business with (something that’s been bothering you for a while.)” I urge you to give it a try. It can be any form of art as long as it speaks to you.

 

Leave us comments with your work and you will qualify for the RAK we offer to a random participant. If you don’t have a community or blog where you upload photos, you can upload them on our flickr group.

 

 

Remember, this is not a competition. If your art makes you feel even a bit better at the end, you’ve won.

 

Until next week, enjoy each and every moment.

 

 



Catalyst Sixty-Five
June 7, 2009, 9:03 am
Filed under: catalyst

 

As always, thank you to all of our visitors and all the encouraging comments you left for us. For those of you who did, thank you for playing along with us.

 

Ok! Here’s catalyst number sixty-five:

 

Tell us about one thing you’d change about yourself (physical or otherwise).

 

We’re so excited to have Caroline Lau as this week’s Guest Artist.

 

I had the privilege of meeting Caroline and her sister, Deb, in person over a year ago when they were teaching a class in San Jose. They are some of the nicest, brightest, and highest quality people I have met in the scrapbooking industry. Together, they own Maya Road, one of my favorite manufacturers. Caroline does the design work, she teaches, and regularly has inspiring work on her blog, so make sure to visit it.

 

I was delighted when Caroline agreed to guest for us. She consistently makes projects that I find inspiring, especially since she has a little boy, like I do. Her work is always creative and showcases the beautiful Maya Road products and gives me millions of ideas on how to use them. If you like Maya Road as much as I do and own their products, you must make sure to look at her art.

 

I also know that Caroline is expecting a little baby in a few months, so I wanted to congratulate her in public. I can’t wait to see all the baby layouts and minibooks!

 

 

 

 

Here is Caroline’s art with this week’s catalyst. You can click on it to see a larger version and more detail.

 

 

 

Caroline Says:

I don’t usually do a lot of layouts about myself that I share in public. My thoughts and ramblings typically stay stored in my journal. As I was cleaning out my closet the other day, I came across some photos of me from high school and college that seem so different from where I am now. The camera back then reflected who I was – someone unsure of herself and where she was going. But all that has changed now. So I wanted to do a layout that shows my need for change and what I want to change now has changed. The changes I wanted them no longer matter to me. I want to look internally to find growth from within.

 

Journaling Reads:

I no longer want to see any physical changes in myself. It has taken 15 years but I am happy with the way I look now and it was when i stopped caring. 15 years ago I would have hated this photo of me – every single thing was wrong with me (in my eyes), my big nose, my big chin, my big feet. Change that I want now reflect a growth – how I am on the inside – (i want have) more patience and be less critical – all the time.

 

 

Technique Highlight:

 

Though I dug out my sewing machine to sew on my layouts in a while, I decided to create a yo-yo flower with some thread and needle as a accent. The last time I seriously made yo-yos was back in high school so it was kind of nice to work on this craft with another from my past!

 

 

Thank you so much Caroline; we’re so very very honored.

 

 


Here are some interpretations of the catalyst from members of our team.

 

Wendela:

Wendela Says:

What I would change about myself???? Give myself more time for housecleaning!!! I don’t like that!!! Every day a lot of laundry, vacuum cleaning, cleaning the toilets etc…So I made something for myself as a reminder…more time for cleaning up my house :) The background is a piece of wood from an orange box, found with tidy up my barn hahahaha!!

 

 


Karen:

Journaling Reads:

When I was younger, I used to travel in a crowd of beautiful women. I don’t know how it happened but all my female “friends” were drop dead gorgeous and within a few weeks, my self-image managed to wither away to nothing. At the time, I started playing a game where each time I caught myself wishing I had someone else’s something (like hair or eyes or nose or legs) I would force the issue.

 

I told myself that the rules were such that I wasn’t allowed to take body parts or personality traits and plug them into the rest of me. If I liked someone’s something, I had to completely change places with that person. Not only did I get their whole body, but I got all their personal issues, emotions, family, psychological state of mind, past, living status, job and anything else you can think of. I basically forced myself to choose between me and this random (or in some cases not so random) person. Yeah, I got to have their small nose or blue eyes, but was I ready to also have their eating disorder? How about the disinterested mom? Was I willing to give up all of who I am to look like this person? It was my way of forcing myself to face the fact that people don’t come in pieces. You want a part, you get the whole thing. How do you like them apples?

 

In fifteen years, I’ve never met one person I was willing to change places with. I don’t know if it was the fact that I wasn’t willing to give up certain aspects of who I am of my life or the fact that I tend to favor the known over the unknown. Looking at a woman walking down the street, I can see she has pretty hair or a size-2 figure, but I can’t see what goes on in her head or how much she suffers daily. With me, at least I know the hand I am dealt and I know how to live within its limits, when to push it, when to enjoy it. The game’s done a lot to improve my self-esteem.

 

 


Opal:

 

Opal Says:

My feet! I have always had big feet…and was teased at home, by my grandma, and at school. For years I tried to convince myself that I really wore a size smaller…and I wince remembering the pain I endured. Recently a friend said…”You are the only person I know who wears a size 11 shoe!”…and I smiled. But still, I would like to have smaller feet.

 

 


Lia:

Lia Says::

For this catalyst, I initially had a difficult time deciding which physical trait I would change about myself – I just had too many (lol)! I finally decided that physicals are superficial anyway. What I would really want to change about myself is deeper, and that’s my emotional well-being. It’s been said before of me, and I know it’s true – I’m too emotional. I feel in extremes – I love too much, I get too indignant, I go through extreme sadness, I feel too betrayed. The positives have given me such highs in my life, but the negatives have brought me much tears and heart-aches. In recent months, I decided that it’s time for a change. I need to be strong, calm and ultimately happy. I need to stop being so emotional, and stop letting what others do affect me. My happiness and well-being are my responsibility, nobody else’. Moderation is key.

 

 


Fran:

Fran Says::

The one thing I would like to change about myself, if I could, would be my food allergies. I’d like to be able to stop by and grab a sandwich from anywhere or just quickly order at a restaurant without having to think about what the dish might have in it that I’m allergic to. I’d like to just be able to have a bagel with cream cheese. In the meantime, I’ll just draw my dream bagel with cream cheese and lox sandwich..

 

 


Larissa:

 

Larissa Says:

This time I decided to have a secret and very intimate talk with my mirror and deal with those subjects which I, very shy, talk about before my doctor…After pondering about this catalyst, I chose that, if I could change only one thing on my physical appearance would be getting rid of all the cellulite! But I’m not a person who gets satisfied with only one wish…

 

Journaling Reads:

“Talking to the mirror”

 

“- Mirror, mirror on the wall, it’s time to openly speak with you!

 

- You have mistreated me a lot lately! It was so nice spending hours talking to you, admiring every perfect piece of my perfect body…remember how my skin was shinny and all fit with no effort…and what about my boobs? And my butt…oh my God…I was one 15 year old hot girl! And now, what is going on?

 

- What are those fatty things that are accumulating in my flanks? The worst thing is that one is bigger than the other…have you noticed it?

 

- And those “bumps”…and this belly, and this zipper that only closes with a lot of effort???

 

- Jesus, I wonder if the style of wearing clothes down to the knee to go to the beach will ever come back..

 

- Mirror, did you know Bebel sang that song “London Bridge is falling down, falling down” when she saw my breasts in the shower, and actually asked me why her friend’s mommy’s were such hard, round perfect little balls!

 

- They were silicone, ok hunny?

 

- Mine are breasts which fed you, ok? Would you have some respect please!

 

- But no, mirror, things are really bad…you knew I was very happy with that expensive and painful botox injection which I had it some months ago, right? That’s right…the effect is already over and I am still here, spending all the possible money in scrapbooking when actually I should have used it even more with my dermatologist and take off those expression lines that ruin my looks!

 

- That’s right; I’m investing on my artistic enrichment, my spiritual greatness, which counts, doesn’t it?

 

- Therefore, I wanted to suggest you to show me my personal growth, my inner qualities and everything else, OK, ‘cause either you treat me better or I’m gonna start ignoring you every time more, got it?”

 

 


Severine:

 

Severine Says:

If I had to change something in myself, it would be my perception of me, I wish I could accept me as I am and stop trying to lose weight then to puck back on the weight I lost.

 

In French:

Si je devais changer quelque chose chez moi, se serais ma perception de moi, j’aimerais pouvoir m’accepter comme je suis et arrêter d’essayer de maigrir pour reprendre ensuite tout le poids que j’ai perdu.

 

Technique Highlight:

Can altered with paper, beewax and welding.

 

 


 

Now it’s your turn: show us your therapeutic art around “Tell us about one thing you’d change about yourself (physical or otherwise).” I urge you to give it a try. It can be any form of art as long as it speaks to you.

 

Leave us comments with your work and you will qualify for the RAK we offer to a random participant. If you don’t have a community or blog where you upload photos, you can upload them on our flickr group.

 

 

Remember, this is not a competition. If your art makes you feel even a bit better at the end, you’ve won.

 

Until next week, enjoy each and every moment.

 

 




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