I was on my way home one day last week and talking to my daughter and she said "when you get to the house don't look on the desk", meaning my craft desk, "because I used some of your stuff". Of course my heart almost stopped because I thought "she better not have used my cherry paper, my Basic Grey paper, etc, etc. etc. Then I decided I didn't care because I was just glad she was doing something crafty!
Of course she wasn't here when I got home and I had to look on the craft desk because...well I see it almost as soon as I come in the door! I sat down and examined her work and then happened to look up and saw that she had used Design Studio as well! *okie's heart warms with pride* At that point I didn't care that she has used some of my polka dot ribbon that I won't use because if I use it I won't have it anymore. I didn't care that she has used some of my Prima flowers. I didn't care that she had used some of my precious Prism cardstock. I was just proud that she had made a project that she felt proud of!
I noticed she had used my a photo corner punches and was quite pleased she knew what it was for, even though I know she has seen me use it! I was even more impressed when I saw she used some Glimmer Mist to spritz the cardstock. Now how she knew it was there and what it was for I have no idea! *okie thinks maybe her daughter pays a little more attention than what she seems*. The silver chipboard letters are some that I got at the Great American Scrapbook Convention and I was so excited I forgot to take them off the project when I took the picture. She took this to her dorm room and has it hanging on her wall!
I have tried to get her to do things with me for a few years now and she is always busy or gives up but this makes me think that THERE IS HOPE FOR HER YET!
Here are a few pictures of her dorm room. This is of course, before she made her class schedule to put on her wall. You can see the cork boards and dry erase board I made for her room, and also the infamous refrigerator!! *okie cracks up laughing remember that whole fiasco*