100 ideas so far

The cover. I stiched 6 groups of 5 pieces of paper together to make a journal with 120 pages. Then I decorated the cover. All while watching Scrubs on DVD.Day One: #90. Draw or write about some of the doors in your life.
I came across a couple of photos of pages that Keri Smith has done, and this was one of them. I decided to copy it into my book because I thought it was both interesting and true.
Day Two: #85. Cut a random shape out of several layers of a magazine. Make a collage out of the results. These shapes were all cut from a copy of PhotoLife Magazine. It is 5 pages of a story about Rural China.
Day 3: #34. Fill an entire page of your journal with small circles. Colour them in. Well, it's not an entire page, and they're not all coloured in, but I like it. I did most of this while I listened to our Pastor on Sunday.

Well, there you have it! The first few entries in my 100 ideas: A Work in Progress Journal

washing windows

Hubby is a custodian at our church in Calgary. Every Sunday we show up at an unreasonably early hour to make sure that the building is in tip top shape before people arrive, and there is usually no end to complaining from me. This morning when we arrived, we discovered that one of the part time custodians had accidentally used floor wax as window cleaner across 30 feet of glass doors in our foyer. Oops! Needless to say, it was more than a tad foggy, and that had to be fixed before the 9am service. What's funny, is that just a few weeks ago, Hubby asked me to clean the glass doors and I did the same thing that our part timer did! The Windex and the floor polish look exactly the same, and since I didn't know the official name of the window cleaner, I just assumed it was the one labelled "Buck-Eye Blue".

The point is, that as much as I can complain about being put to work cleaning windows, I can't hate it! In fact, it gives me a good 30 minutes to stare at the glorious sunrise. I am lucky enough that the sunrise I get to stare at is the one that slowly illuminates the Rocky Mountains, and the Springbank valley and the Bow River, and the fields of wheat and so on and so forth.

How could I possibly complain about that? Even if my lungs are being filled with the gentle mist of Windex.