Monday, 19 August 2013
Printable writing paper ~ for those who Love to write!
For as long as I can remember I have always had an intense love for paper.
Armed with my little scissors, a roll of scotch tape, construction paper, crayons and felt markers. I remember spending countless hours sitting in front of my parents television, at the coffee table and cutting colored paper, into hundreds of different shapes to make any child size things I wanted.
From books, hand stitched with thread to my beautiful scotched taped together dresses. I also made princess hats, high heeled shoes with toilet paper roll heels, board games, purses, wallets, ships, dolls, ballet shoes, pirates treasure maps.....
and so much more!
Armed with my little scissors, a roll of scotch tape, construction paper, crayons and felt markers. I remember spending countless hours sitting in front of my parents television, at the coffee table and cutting colored paper, into hundreds of different shapes to make any child size things I wanted.
From books, hand stitched with thread to my beautiful scotched taped together dresses. I also made princess hats, high heeled shoes with toilet paper roll heels, board games, purses, wallets, ships, dolls, ballet shoes, pirates treasure maps.....
and so much more!
Printable Personal writing paper!
These are some pics of myself that I made printable writing paper out of. I was missing my husband while he was working in Eastern Canada so I made these for a fun personal message that showed him how much I missed him.
You can make your own personalized paper too!
Friday, 9 August 2013
A Poem about Paper
To smell a solid, new, just freshly opened, stack of paper.
Sniffing, the perfecly neat pages standing before me.
They wait for my many dreams, thoughts, feelings, designs and heart
To be poured upon these beauties,
With ink, lead, paint, or even crayon.
What will each one wear one day?
A story, a poem, a picture, or a dream.
A story, a poem, a picture, or a dream.
All cut the exact same size,
None to look the same when I am done.
There is nothing finer than my Irreplaceable, paper.
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