Love Is In The Air...

... and I'm about to run out of Lysol trying to ward the darned stuff off! That love crap's impossible to get rid of once it takes hold of you. It'll have you all starry-eyed, smiling like a fool, and talking nonsense. Why I heard tell of one woman who was so lovesick that she couldn't eat, couldn't sleep and couldn't bare to even hang up the phone! She'd coo into the receiver, "No... you hang up first. No... you." It's a horrible, debilitating strain of virus and I'm doing everything within my power not to catch it... again.

You see, when the postman delivered February's Design Team Kit from My Creative Scrapbook, I'm convinced that Pam had an evil plan to infect me with the virus. I'm always really eager to see the kits when they arrive and normally rip right into the packaging. When I opened February's box, I felt something shoot me right in the eye! And I'm pretty sure it was that punk, Cupid! I fixed his cherub butt though... I took away his poisonous darts and made him walk a dog for all eternity. Now put that in your bow and shoot it! Punk!


The photos are of me and Miss Annabelle at her kissing booth. Annabelle was selling kisses (she called them yummies) for charity. You can read all about our time together and about her wonderful organization (Southeast Pug Rescue & Adoption) on one of my earlier blog entries... located here.

Cupid failed in his mission to take me down, but that Pam's a crafty one. She devised a back up plan. She stuffed that kit so full of pink, mushy sentiments and love soaked hearts that I broke out into a cold sweat and could feel my body growing weak. But I had to push through...


By the time I'd completed the layout of my adorable nephew, my skin had lost all color and I was laying on the sofa with a cold washcloth across my forehead. But I still had another project to complete. Must... find... strength...


These photos are from a day trip up to Fernandina Beach's Trailer Park Collectibles. It was an adventure that had a blog post all its own, which you can read about here. And if you're truly curious about the 10 Things I love about Thrift Stores you can click on the image for a larger view.

Once I'd completed my layouts, I finally had to admit defeat. I was in love. The kit was adorable. As much as I tried to hate on all the pink and the hearts and the mushy gushy love stuff, I couldn't. I had become starry-eyed. I was talking complete nonsense (more than normal). And when I called Five Star Pizza, I couldn't hang up! No... you hang up first. No... you. I needed a cure... fast!

I had to think! What could stop the love virus from spreading? What could kill love?



Cured. And forever, I'd imagine.