Thinking..

..about stuff. Being philosophical, nostalgic. I guess, technically, it's my job, right?

I'm making stuff tonight. Nothing important, because I just can't seem to focus on anything. I usually have some kind of noise going in the background when I'm scrapbooking - watching a movie, listening to music, whatever - but tonight, there's nothing but the police scanner. Maybe that's why my brain's fluffy.

I love to get my hands dirty. Most of you who know me are aware of that. If it's gooey, I have to have it. Ink, paint, gels.. I just like to make messes. I don't get to do enough of it. Lately, I've been focusing on the pictures - not the "stuff" around the pictures.

I love this layout. I love the way he's looking up at the ceiling of the carousel, wondering about the twinkling lights and the machinery. It took me less than an hour to put this together, and I think that's the way it should be. I've gotten to the point where I can't see the forest for the trees, and that's not what this is about.

Ok.. off to make more stuff.