Hobbies

May 5th, 2008


Tale of a Midnight Scrapbooker
Author unknown

It’s nine o’clock, the baby’s in bed,
“Let’s go also,” my husband said.
“That sounds great!” in a hug we engage.
“Just give me 10 minutes, I’ll finish a page!”
Thirty go by, my border’s complete;
I layout my pictures so nice and so neat.
I add paper for color and a sticker or two.
How about a die cut, now that should do!

But then an idea pops into my head -
One more page, then off to bed!
I glance at the clock, it’s 11:09!
This is it, I’ll draw the line.

But my fingers keep cutting - the ideas are pouring;
From the back room, I can hear the snoring!
I look back at my work, I’ve done quite a bit.
It’s midnight now - and time to quit.

I clean up my desk and turn off the light,
put my book on the shelf - ’til tomorrow night!


Ode to my Wife, the Scrapbook Cropper
by Valerie Consolo
She learned to crop on Monday,
Her shapes were going fine.
She forgot to thaw our dinner,
So we went out to dine…
She added die-cuts on Tuesday,
She says they really are a must.
They actually were quite lovely,
But she forgot to dust…
On Wednesday it was stickers,
She says the designs are fun.
What highlights, what shadows!!
But the laundry wasn’t done…

Her journaling was on Thursday,
With Pigma pens, including red.
I guess she really was engrossed,
She never made the bed…

It was more acid-free paper on Friday,
In colors that she adores.
It never bothered her at all,
The crumbs on the floor…

I found a maid on Saturday,
My week is now complete.
My wife can crop the hours away,
The house will still be neat…

Well, it’s already Sunday,
But don’t call me a great Pop.
I cursed! @#$, I raved *#@, I ranted!!!
The maid has learned to CROP!!!!!!


Among gardeners, enthusiasm and experience rarely exist in equal measures. The beginner dreams of home-grown bouquets and baskets of ripe fruit, the veteran of many seasons has learned to expect slugs, mildew, and frost. 
~ Roger Swain


It is good to be alone in a garden at dawn or dark so that all its shy presences may haunt you and possess you in a reverie of suspended thought.
 ~ James Douglas


The Quilt
by Carrie Hall
Of all the things a woman’s hands have made,
The quilt so lightly thrown across her bed -
The quilt that keeps her loved ones warm -
Is woven of her love and dreams and thread.


Put Something In
by Shel Silverstein
Draw a crazy picture,
Write a nutty poem,
Sing a mumble-gumble song,
Whistle through your comb.
Do a looney-gooney dance
‘Cross the kitchen floor,
Put something silly in the world
That ain’t been there before.

Painting is poetry which is seen and not heard, and poetry is a painting which is heard but not seen.
~ Leonardo da Vinci


Wine is bottled poetry.
~ Robert Louis Stevenson


If you are seeking creative ideas, go out walking. Angels whisper to a man when he goes for a walk.
~ Raymond Inman


Books fall open, you fall in. 
~ Mary Engelbreit


I would be most content if my children grew up to be the kind of people who think decorating consists mostly of building enough bookshelves. 
~ Anna Quindlen


Just the knowledge that a good book is awaiting me at the end of a long day makes that day happier. 
~ Kathleen Norris


The man who doesn’t read has no advantage over the man who can’t read. 
~ Mark Twain


A story is a special thing
the ones that I have read
they do not stay inside the books
they stay inside my head!


What do books and carousels have in common?
They both carry us away to wondrous places in our imaginations without us leaving out seats.


The engineer is the key figure in the material progress of the world. It is his engineering that makes a reality of the potential value of science by translating scientific knowledge into tools, resources, energy and labor to bring them into the service of man…To make contributions of this kind the engineer requires the imagination to visualize the needs of society and to appreciate what is possible as well as the technological and broad social age understanding to bring his vision to reality. 
~ Sir Eric Ashby


Books
by Anatole Broyard
A good book is never exhausted. It goes on whispering to you from the wall. Books perfume and give weight to a room. A bookcase is as good as a view, as the sight of a city or a river. There are dawns and sunsets in books - storms, fogs, zephyrs.
I read about a family whose apartment consists of a series of spaces so strictly planned that they are obliged to give away their books as soon as they’ve read them. I think they have misunderstood the way books work.
Reading a book is only the first step in the relationship. After you’ve finished it, the book enters on its real career. It stands there like a badge, a blackmailer, a monument, a scar. It’s both a flaw in the look, like a crack in the plaster, and a decoration. The contents of someone’s bookcase are part of his history, like an ancestral portrait.


If you hear a voice within you say “you cannot paint,” then by all means paint, and that voice will be silenced. 
~ Vincent Van Gogh

This compilation has been collected for the intention of offering inspiration and embellishment for the personal scrapbooks, journals and cards of crafters.  If you intend to create works for sale, please seek the permission of the author or copyright holder.

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