a scrapbook

The sweet lady who was working on an album like the one above gave no indication the pure torture this album was going to be.
She kindly gave each of us who ooooooed and aaaaaaahhhhed over her beautiful album the instruction sheets. I looked at it and thought
oh I could do this, and then decided why not do two? (gee why not, I hate that over achiever in me some days) I scanned the directions, cut out the paper for two albums and when the next crop rolled around I was ready to finish these two albums.
Then...reality set in.
I read the directions once, and then again, and once more...
Looked at Donna sitting across the table from me and doing the same project and said "did these directions make sense to you?"
"Nope" was her response.
Okay so maybe this wasn't going to be so simple.
next I started to remove the cute little grade cutouts, and after one shredded attempt and a lot of muttering. I took comfort in the fact that Donna was muttering too. I tried the next grade cutout and after that dismal failure I moved onto plan B...stickers. Apparently the deisgn of this cricut cartridge left little tabs on the letters that required snipping and cutting each darn letter...some must find that fun. I find that absolutely torturous.
and so it went, eventually the directions found their way to the floor where I gave them no glance at all, and after two days of working on the album I still had not completed the first album let alone even looked at the second. The material for the second album made it's way to the give away table, one was all this girl was going to make. It truly would be one of a kind.
It was weeks after that crop that I finally pulled the album out and finished it. It had been my intent to give it to one of my daycare moms who was quite thrilled with the completed album.
I am still having nightmares about it.
sigh, I may have to slap that sweet little old lady the next time I see her.