tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38870518128274289852024-02-18T23:15:03.835-08:00Scrapbooking and framesIngridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04883434885286420770noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887051812827428985.post-4894423930189604022010-09-17T15:52:00.001-07:002010-09-17T15:57:34.343-07:00Two new frames again<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5TlfkbyNjH1I8KRKySvarrAM0ukC-jCCGbRVZ9jr9nBWr2Ko6mT7MqAjt_vVoA2JGaAu8WtRFrNNyxqNg3AqVB3Uv66pI7zwolJmd5mcjy2WuKGK37zrL_SdYsB3PWRa_dzKz4iyA5ps/s1600/2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518020135368636626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5TlfkbyNjH1I8KRKySvarrAM0ukC-jCCGbRVZ9jr9nBWr2Ko6mT7MqAjt_vVoA2JGaAu8WtRFrNNyxqNg3AqVB3Uv66pI7zwolJmd5mcjy2WuKGK37zrL_SdYsB3PWRa_dzKz4iyA5ps/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Here is a frame I made for my daycare providers nephew whom is due in October! </div><div align="center">Its similar to a frame that I made in the past, but I love these colors!!</div><div align="center"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4i9D6PH76EU7J7L2x7iPpw-O9lXMpcjdLKzOCEcaR4VA-oDCm5CP0AwPfAhEkVlZmmyU5h-rV3lrsAeQzEnpuZ3b2Lc9AUtE9RAAq4S3-jk4FBOdMLki_N12vyIgcf5hjOkAq7Mc3veQ/s1600/3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518019770772190338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4i9D6PH76EU7J7L2x7iPpw-O9lXMpcjdLKzOCEcaR4VA-oDCm5CP0AwPfAhEkVlZmmyU5h-rV3lrsAeQzEnpuZ3b2Lc9AUtE9RAAq4S3-jk4FBOdMLki_N12vyIgcf5hjOkAq7Mc3veQ/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center">Here is a frame I made for my daycare providers pastor's wife! In it will go a poem for the wife, so I did not make a hang ribbon for this one, think it will go better in a stand!</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div>Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04883434885286420770noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887051812827428985.post-33727940001448998932010-08-07T17:19:00.000-07:002010-08-07T17:35:02.376-07:00<div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Some new frames in the works... made many between now and last blog, but didnt take any pictures... well, first one:</div><div align="center"> </div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Frame for Gokhan and Sarah, tried something new with some mosaic tile, I like it?</span></div><div align="center"> </div><br /><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502828358024089586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ0RW_DiC74Er_m97ggMlvbT-GCm6FPr1FJSGm46A96REmWBvcocem19BYs7RFePQQOi2cGlVuz3q6kLuthRIeT0RSlCMyGXz4qqep4nqmWfDI2e6zE4w279-hYAO4D_q4gp2mKQ8rsng/s320/P1000800.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Next one is for Fame's little girl, Jordan Sofia.... first comes love, then comes marriage, then comes Fame with a baby carriage!!</div><br /><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502829428192267826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhobZvjO_OjE4y-BsPufeNEdY-qCX-AEYPSuEYRrPxaczBqyF4prRsaos1u9pPZJaS7d4mN-HQ_SGfpQvbmjbzU2V7LpNd8B0yLgiF6u63ZNYt6vgu-d_sBG5HXy05LiKs7XFOUe1ZeN18/s320/P1000801.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><p align="center">And then finally, a frame for a loving family, I think I know where its going!!</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502830268182097570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCoROS5sXG160klnEXGgrX-jUqx8bp0cXkrFQ_-Tq_a4Auqff1fkAAI0PHLKgzGjG81DmNZ1EU2oNGD-tGsHkaOpwdj4YFLQW47b1F6HaIq6DyKdicxUqtcUNKBCcxEKbos-Cm0mx2c7c/s320/P1000802.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"></p><br /><p align="center"></p><br /><p align="center"></p><br /><p align="center"></p><br /><p align="center"><br /></p><br /><div align="center"></div>Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04883434885286420770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887051812827428985.post-87652829858252676352009-10-25T11:51:00.000-07:002009-10-25T12:02:34.234-07:00Another frame for a romantic story...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeizKt3LxZ3tSisuM2xr_R3ekKWcnWMqQqL_oZf-lx29ePzBhUCRtsGWdHr15KV5Pym8iEMqDbKzzPy7DF9-h-ibaIzErNA-LqUJ19pvx2g3szREj5fsM_riryJ0bqBrlb5joKaNYdz3Q/s1600-h/P1000476.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396614793248678690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeizKt3LxZ3tSisuM2xr_R3ekKWcnWMqQqL_oZf-lx29ePzBhUCRtsGWdHr15KV5Pym8iEMqDbKzzPy7DF9-h-ibaIzErNA-LqUJ19pvx2g3szREj5fsM_riryJ0bqBrlb5joKaNYdz3Q/s320/P1000476.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">This frame was created for my friend Fame. She and I were stationed together at Hurlburt Field a few years ago, and her recent marriage to her long lost love made me want to cry.</div><br />Fame and her husband Chaz were highschool sweethearts, and got split up against their will at a young age. After many failed relationships, and many years later, they found eachother online. They are now happily married!!<br /><br /><br /></div>Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04883434885286420770noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887051812827428985.post-37829795645114099102009-10-11T13:06:00.000-07:002009-10-11T13:11:55.566-07:00One for an unborn all american boy, and one for my Kaja<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLJyN2U1374QPKaOBZM492KwyPJjS_2fN3RkFzWHygFPGkBRcevhPkPaw_m_0ZU5-CPSyoWweuk-DeXftmCdgZWkquxJa0Z_r36H287lPOQO6N_9NQYkLpn5Z_3crNYumNLDwSRzT1uVs/s1600-h/P1000386.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391437318602229922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLJyN2U1374QPKaOBZM492KwyPJjS_2fN3RkFzWHygFPGkBRcevhPkPaw_m_0ZU5-CPSyoWweuk-DeXftmCdgZWkquxJa0Z_r36H287lPOQO6N_9NQYkLpn5Z_3crNYumNLDwSRzT1uVs/s320/P1000386.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">This red, white, and blue, is for</div><div align="center">my husbands bosslady, he's not</div><div align="center">born yet, but any day now!</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2vK3rmgkwOimYNQuEs2K7z8kD37IgV45w6yym-2MsOrRxqhVemnU_PzVw1ytcCchtGikusKuQclJ9YyrsAToHMPsCSNFHVWbEgma1BjoMRCS_2jTjUvVvEFebBV5z2NFtaSg4rREMTTs/s1600-h/P1000391.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391436863168119762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2vK3rmgkwOimYNQuEs2K7z8kD37IgV45w6yym-2MsOrRxqhVemnU_PzVw1ytcCchtGikusKuQclJ9YyrsAToHMPsCSNFHVWbEgma1BjoMRCS_2jTjUvVvEFebBV5z2NFtaSg4rREMTTs/s320/P1000391.JPG" border="0" /></a> This little frame I made last night,</div><div align="center">just wanted to try something new,</div><div align="center">and for sure not my best work, but hey;</div><div align="center">I still think its cute!!<br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div>Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04883434885286420770noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887051812827428985.post-51279419308345147912009-10-11T12:34:00.000-07:002009-10-11T12:38:34.120-07:00For the grandmothers!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0rqBBMFEEjnJy_-7MMnqcMMf7SKiLzywTB_q-nbaTMp6BmEa0LjfIGAfVXSO6jQKoi12ZSnoACo7_YDldsLlx63f260GTDPTze_sCDiDloSva0pc2G7ro67dIeqEiyb__ypGoDR203YY/s1600-h/Mamma.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391428666052100610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0rqBBMFEEjnJy_-7MMnqcMMf7SKiLzywTB_q-nbaTMp6BmEa0LjfIGAfVXSO6jQKoi12ZSnoACo7_YDldsLlx63f260GTDPTze_sCDiDloSva0pc2G7ro67dIeqEiyb__ypGoDR203YY/s320/Mamma.bmp" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center">This frame was created for my mom,</div><div align="center">the most amazing woman in the world!</div><div align="center">It was hard to make a craft for an incredibly crafty</div><div align="center">person, but this was the final outcome:)</div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioXN8vzNdQ0x3-OCnJHwmuQbna6NBLJdw1CmhvO8qk-tyuHBLrHo3-OeXxIJYBDIOZM-YTGXcGiHxDgJAR1LvesTJBWrywYr1CV-2KlinT5bFa3lxoSVB9-tpeUIoUBetmnquBW29vR9Y/s1600-h/eddie.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391428302323792098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioXN8vzNdQ0x3-OCnJHwmuQbna6NBLJdw1CmhvO8qk-tyuHBLrHo3-OeXxIJYBDIOZM-YTGXcGiHxDgJAR1LvesTJBWrywYr1CV-2KlinT5bFa3lxoSVB9-tpeUIoUBetmnquBW29vR9Y/s320/eddie.bmp" border="0" /></a> And for my husbands mother, the other<br />grandmother, or "Gran" as she likes to<br />be called:) She got this one as part of<br />her recent b-day gift!<br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04883434885286420770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887051812827428985.post-83537172093461337682009-10-11T12:27:00.000-07:002009-10-11T12:33:35.398-07:00Frames for special occasions!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUl78jOSbyYLbvS3qczUFE-HhQ9xeX4sn1f2gxt5CzuZrkd_lR4QC8Y9JgP5vcD-V_-F03kK7mInUzDgCL_nRzS3uDOmVeN518Y5Hy5As6Udbo2WK1867RNM1xaRqO01INJFV_FB1sPIo/s1600-h/Dawn.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391427094845354578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUl78jOSbyYLbvS3qczUFE-HhQ9xeX4sn1f2gxt5CzuZrkd_lR4QC8Y9JgP5vcD-V_-F03kK7mInUzDgCL_nRzS3uDOmVeN518Y5Hy5As6Udbo2WK1867RNM1xaRqO01INJFV_FB1sPIo/s320/Dawn.bmp" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">My friend Dawns birthday!! She loves to cook,</div><div align="center">and she loves purple and dragonflies:) </div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhloO8NIPBM6pNRfG_EnAL2i4GcPGBYNWDUSxnTWMJyFDCSYV4WAd3IGLcpANl_-v1f_HVNDjAtu94_LPkSnNBMlOg8pJxoSC2v633a47v1Tzd6InaQdEPv7gfOUM69aAcIyW4T7x88VNk/s1600-h/Sarah.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391426870191305538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhloO8NIPBM6pNRfG_EnAL2i4GcPGBYNWDUSxnTWMJyFDCSYV4WAd3IGLcpANl_-v1f_HVNDjAtu94_LPkSnNBMlOg8pJxoSC2v633a47v1Tzd6InaQdEPv7gfOUM69aAcIyW4T7x88VNk/s320/Sarah.bmp" border="0" /></a> My friend Sarah, rough times, but<br />she is standing strong on her own to feet:)<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfUABrX3YgZNYwpk9KaYdqhGSkFUm-G3jhyphenhyphenOjAH8L4YMfkRUbLdcE74Zj2V131_80P2IzLisGjsfd2czx_x5VpV6SwkdrnJaXuAWSnExpZYyQi5wNKRyDO5v4FJXhgMAVa0YuGkKZ8CWM/s1600-h/Natacha.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391426735154105346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfUABrX3YgZNYwpk9KaYdqhGSkFUm-G3jhyphenhyphenOjAH8L4YMfkRUbLdcE74Zj2V131_80P2IzLisGjsfd2czx_x5VpV6SwkdrnJaXuAWSnExpZYyQi5wNKRyDO5v4FJXhgMAVa0YuGkKZ8CWM/s320/Natacha.bmp" border="0" /></a><br />The wonderful Ms. Natacha, my daughter's</div><div>daycare provider:) This frame is hanging</div><div>in the playroom now:)<br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs0cPpn-pBZjh-PPC73tj1er3dFBrnG9Mq-BKxxs2lAhre0l_e8NeLxbFRUS0yIiUS5SMJGYAqIDHjXy3P5k54D9img_ko-Kg2gEdkuN31XQPQjmUtAk_WuIWwrRjMU92QzrGD3Sm86uA/s1600-h/Sharon+and+jackie.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391426572598545186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs0cPpn-pBZjh-PPC73tj1er3dFBrnG9Mq-BKxxs2lAhre0l_e8NeLxbFRUS0yIiUS5SMJGYAqIDHjXy3P5k54D9img_ko-Kg2gEdkuN31XQPQjmUtAk_WuIWwrRjMU92QzrGD3Sm86uA/s320/Sharon+and+jackie.bmp" border="0" /></a> And finally, a wedding in August.</div><div>My husbands uncle getting married this time!<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><br /></div>Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04883434885286420770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3887051812827428985.post-28879612734385375592009-10-11T12:10:00.000-07:002009-10-11T12:19:49.113-07:00New frames for new babies<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7oHAv6nW7eNsw45htBn7-m8y1lZOacOksuWVoFNqLv270Jkl8M8ljfmzPTVZQkylkgM2AymfvI0YCks9YI4rqy5zbq4u7_p7BtdzkBKHG0W4-CEYOeM7pCFs-JsqpYUyxNPCj6pSS1vw/s1600-h/Hedda.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391423778996737650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7oHAv6nW7eNsw45htBn7-m8y1lZOacOksuWVoFNqLv270Jkl8M8ljfmzPTVZQkylkgM2AymfvI0YCks9YI4rqy5zbq4u7_p7BtdzkBKHG0W4-CEYOeM7pCFs-JsqpYUyxNPCj6pSS1vw/s320/Hedda.bmp" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center">Lille prinsesse baby Hedda fikk denne rammen.</div><div align="center">Mange nye rammer laget til mange nye smaa:)</div><div align="center"><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMJEqQ6CQUpll0iishldSWTP9ySfPXcIc_qqno1NedJ38i40ovgbTpB3gM-_pgfM5jPeuggT3TsHXnq1KCN16lPp_keLWOrqIq1r1X9UBFPYw2SR9TDB9NRf47Wz9BItDkp-VyjRWF0kM/s1600-h/Noah.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391423171670571522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMJEqQ6CQUpll0iishldSWTP9ySfPXcIc_qqno1NedJ38i40ovgbTpB3gM-_pgfM5jPeuggT3TsHXnq1KCN16lPp_keLWOrqIq1r1X9UBFPYw2SR9TDB9NRf47Wz9BItDkp-VyjRWF0kM/s320/Noah.bmp" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div align="center">Denne rammen, var nesten ferdig, klar </div><div align="center">til og reise til Norge, hvor min beste</div><div align="center">venninde Stine, hadde faatt en liten gutt:)</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ4RTa2wq3dITIGiN0ErtmuovWJzPO-7tkCbYnGp37hGVK8o2uuCX2lHKqfdN7JK0fLQ4NzLQOkY7Js8um7fTlMrsiUbOQJKb4SR3SuAenTr42CAn1LhqFDdwUCCGhA-_di33h39NVsuE/s1600-h/Sofie.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391422417456069778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ4RTa2wq3dITIGiN0ErtmuovWJzPO-7tkCbYnGp37hGVK8o2uuCX2lHKqfdN7JK0fLQ4NzLQOkY7Js8um7fTlMrsiUbOQJKb4SR3SuAenTr42CAn1LhqFDdwUCCGhA-_di33h39NVsuE/s320/Sofie.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center">Denne rammen laget jet til lille Sofie,<br />datteren til soeskenbarnet mitt:)</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /></div></div>Ingridhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04883434885286420770noreply@blogger.com0