Hi everyone! Happy Tuesday! Hope you are all doing well. I am back from my scrapbooking beach retreat, and am slowly getting settled, trying to put my scrap room back in order after tearing it apart to pack. Although it feels like I brought a lot with me, it was only a small fraction of what the other girls brought. My word, you should have seen our loaded cars! We are some kinda crazy ladies!
I believe there were about 60 or so ladies at the retreat, and we took up the entire conference room in the hotel. Our suites were right upstairs in the same building, which was awesome as it was frigid cold while we were there. Except for Saturday night out on the town, and Sunday group photos on the beach, I didn’t step foot outside. There were some brave souls wrapped up in winter parkas walking the beach, but I much preferred to see my ocean views from the windows.
The Bay Watch is right on the beach, and it has a fabulous pool deck with multiple pools and hot tubs, as well as, of course, a pool bar. It even has a small lazy river. At one point I looked out the windows and saw some folks in one of the hot tubs, even though it was only about 30 degrees at the time. Guess us scrapbookers weren’t the only crazy ones there!
It must be so amazing there in the summer. But for me, this trip, the T-shirt pretty much says it all.
Do you all remember these thumbprint snowmen notecards that I made with my Missy Nik recently? I thought these little guys would make a fun keepsake, so I enlisted the help of both my kiddos to make a winter plaque. You all know how much I like to decorate my home for the seasons, and now I have our little fingerprints preserved forever.
Nik had this small 3×4 canvas in her art stash, and she painted the background for me with her water colors. Then we each took turns creating a snowman. Mine is the first guy on the left. Then comes Pete. Then Nik. And of course we needed Crissy, too.
I love how it turned out. Simple and silly, but so much fun.
And I kinda crack up at Pete’s snowman who seems to be asking…
“Why are we doing this?”