Saturday was a day that I had looked forward to for a long time. My friend Lori and I spent the day at a scrapbooking retreat, put on by CM consultant extraordinaire Jinger Woodring at a beautiful inn overlooking a lake at Pokagon State Park in far northern Indiana.
I haven't even touched my scrapbooking supplies since late May, so I had plenty to do.
The only problem was that my creative juices weren't flowing. At all. I would sit looking at my pictures thinking, "What am I supposed to do with these?" I would lay then on the page, move them around, pull out various shades of paper to complement them. Nothing worked.
But I was paying to be there and scrap, so scrap I did. I decided that the pictures were going on the pages, and that if it wasn't my best work--oh, well--the pages are done.
So I did get 15 pages finished. And looking at them today, I see that they're OK. They aren't my favorites, but I don't feel compelled to do them over or anything.