A few weeks ago, Dan and I had 40 hours together sans children.
I love my Zielske children. I do. But every now and then it’s kind of a treat to have a few hours of exclusive adult time. Not THAT kind of adult time. (Okay, maybe a little of that kind.)
I’m sure that’s why people take kid-free vacations. We’ve done it a handful of times over the years, but there’s something unexpectedly fun about when it happens at your own home.
We did stuff we wanted to do. For him, it was much needed yard work. For me, it was much needed house cleaning. Once our yard and house were looking good, we hit the wine superstore and then we went lamp shopping. How adult is that?
We came home and had our own little happy hour, with wine and cheese and listened to a new wave Pandora station.
Then we headed out to a swanky little dinner in downtown St. Paul.
It was just us with time to talk and connect and it made me realize, “Holy shit! There may just be hope for us in our empty nest years afterall!”
Let’s keep paying that therapy bill, baby.
Using the photos I shot on my phone throughout the day, I made this page.
(click on the image to see it larger)
Note: I didn’t realize until a very astute blog reader posted this morning that one of the photos is upside down. Rest assured, that will be changed for my album. But seriously? Is this what they call a senior moment? If so, I’m IN! I walked by this page about every hour as it sat out on my dining scrapbooking room table and thought, “Damn, girl. You are GOOD!”
I created this fully with the idea of creating another Hybrid Helper template.
Then I chose a photo size (1.75 x 2.5) and created the base design.
The color scheme came from one sheet of a Studio Calico paper. I basically try to guess the color using the Color Picker in Photoshop Elements, then adjust as needed.
The last little piece was a few enamel dots from this kit to finish the page. I know it sounds strange, but it took me about 20 minutes of hemming and hawing until I committed to the adherence of said dots.
I always wonder what the hell I’m going to scrapbook about, even as early as next year, considering that child No. 02 isn’t always thrilled with the idea of showing up on layouts that I share with the general public.
But then I remember stories come in all shapes and sizes and from all sorts of places, not just ones with kids attached to them.