happy haunting!

oh boy, this sure brought back a lot of memories. :]

i sure hope everyone has a fabulous halloween!

xo kristen

blogroll.

here is my blogroll.
just trying to keep side columns nice and tidy :]

INSPIRE me.

emily falconbridge
ali edwards
art equals happy
creative blessing
elsie
freckled nest
old lady
ramblings and other such nonsense
red velvet art
secret stitch club
{create*loves}
~*~
inspiration everywhere
elizabeth kartcher
card art
wendela
here's looking at me kid
rhonna farrer
inside a black apple
amber ulmer
elise
jamie waters
glenda
altered book lover
hambly
poppy talk

the CHALLENGES.

effer dares
the art is found
scrapjacked
one little word
scrapmojo
how much is too much
the creative type
the design x
work your soul
overlooked
a year in the life of an art journal
scrapping across the universe


LOVELY kits.

bad girls
the scarlet lime
a million memories
studio calico
kenner road


PRETTY things.

una bella vita
blinks of life
lovelyheads
just lia!
design is mine
loveology
ambivalently
girl meets nyc

Here's to five years...

Yes, five years ago today Andy and I had our first kiss.And we are still just as much in love now as we were then.

Alright, I think it is time for a random story.

Okay, so as I was walking home from work today, I came across two praying mantises...is that how you spell it? Or is it manti? Anyway..they were squashed in the road. This brought memories of elementary school flooding back into my mind and it made me laugh. Boy, I was such a weird girl. Okay, on with the story. So in the fall there were always TONS of these things crawling all over the school building. Seriously. There were millions. And for some strange reason, I loved them. I loved these disgusting-looking bugs. I remember walking to school one morning and upon arriving, saw a group of my school friends gathered together in a circle. I, being curious, approached the huddle to see what was going on. What I saw made me sick. There were two praying mantises in the middle of the group and I just happened to walk up as one kid double dared another to stomp on them. It made me sick. I couldn't believe how cruel these kids were. I cried.
That afternoon, when the bell rang and school was over, I ran home. I was so disturbed by what had happened that I gathered up some paper cups and paper towels and headed back. That night, I collected all the little praying mantises I could find and brought them home with me. Each and every one of them had a name and each and every one of them had their own little spot in my mom's flower garden.