Ever since i was old enough to hold a pair of scissors, i have cut out pictures from magazines and flyers and pasted them in blank scrapbooks, on walls, on garbage pails...anywhere that needed some colour and life...it has been a life-long quest of mine to beautify my little corner of the world always hopeful that the beauty i surround myself with will somehow, through osmosis, penetrate the deep corners of my sad mind and my aching heart...forever the optimist, i have continued this joyful work..
finding that it had a legitimate name in the real world...decoupage, artistic expression, inspiration walls........who knew.....the 
innocence of children and their will to dig to china and climb trees to touch the heavens is what keeps us alive and determined to find that elusive joy...my child-like passion for colour and image keeps me in the hunt for that contentment...sitting in the farmhouse kitchen of my boyfriends' 93 year old grandmother this weekend was the closest to complete happiness i have ever felt in my life...i didn't want to leave...who would want to leave their happy place that all of the digging and climbing had never uncovered....love transports us to places we could not discover alone...
innocence of children and their will to dig to china and climb trees to touch the heavens is what keeps us alive and determined to find that elusive joy...my child-like passion for colour and image keeps me in the hunt for that contentment...sitting in the farmhouse kitchen of my boyfriends' 93 year old grandmother this weekend was the closest to complete happiness i have ever felt in my life...i didn't want to leave...who would want to leave their happy place that all of the digging and climbing had never uncovered....love transports us to places we could not discover alone...
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