Everything on this layout has some meaning to me. She loved to crochet and did so right up til a month or so before she passed. She even made scarves for the nursing home employees. She used to sew my clothes when I was little, loved bingo, and watched the cooking channel faithfully (even though she never cooked any of the recipes). She was only in her early 60's when she passed for COPD and Emphysema. Smoking kills.
The journaling reads: Shopping at Hudson's together in your Hot Mama boots with your Micheal Jackson moves (she slipped and did the splits and came back up from them in one motion, just like Micheal Jackson used to do in his videos)...Making Christmas cookies together from family recipes while singing along to Johnny Mathis... Laughing hysterically over the silliest things like "Vont Turkey!" (think Egor and his limp going through the house yelling "Vont Turkey" because it was taking too long to cook) and my "Flashdance" moves and broken toe (done while doing aforementioned moves)... I miss you Mom...
There is some glare in the upper right corner, darn Michigan weather. Used my favorite Anna Griffin diecut to stencil the upper right corner, it had a lot of dark empty space. Gorgeous Crate Paper, paper.
Love the vintage buttons, found them at a nearby antique mall.
Vintage doily, bingo chip and needle holder (rose). Basic Grey laser cut paper on bottom.
The thread in the button was the original thread from when it was cut off the garment, so cool.
To all of those missing loved ones now, I'm right there with you. Hope they have a glorious celebration in heaven with our Saviour. Off to finish a little shopping and then go to a good friend's house for our annual gingerbread house party. The kids aren't so much into the making as the eating anymore but they still love it :)
2 comments:
What a beautiful tribute and wonderful page. I see this and am reminded that I need to really store up here on earth memories with my parents. Thank you for that gentle reminder and this is a lovely lovely page!
Beautiful layout, Beth. Hugs to you.
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