This weekend some friends and I went up to Luis' hotel to scrapbook - it was kind of a pre-birthday celebration. We checked in Friday night, and after 3 complimentary Margaritas, I thought that my creative juices would be flowing - but yah; not so much. I tortured myself for I don't know how long, trying to make one lay out; and when I couldn't pull that together I then attempted another and failed just as miserably. My Margaritas had worn off; I had cheated and eaten the bun with my burger at dinner; so I guess you could say I had lost my mojo. I went to sleep around 330 am and all I had accomplished the whole night was to mat 2 pictures. For all you non-scrapbookers, that translates to - I didn't do SQUAT!
Saturday morning we all went to breakfast; we made a Starbucks run, and headed out to Scrapbooks Etc - which is a FABULOUS scrapbooking store. I was thrilled when I walked in, because as part of my b'day gift Jackie had given me $20 to spend specifically at this store; but as soon as I started to look around, my creativity was drained. Nothing made sense to me. I actually walked around thinking to myself "Maybe I should just give scrapbooking up." (And teh crowd gasps) I know scrappers, it was DEFINITELY time for an intervention. Well then I heard Jackie say "Remember Paige; this is supposed to be fun." God, I knew she was right, but somehow I was just stressing myself to the max. I had set a goal for myself to create 4 layouts over the weekend. For me this would be HUGE; but I REALLY wanted to do that, if not more in order to feel that my weekend was a success.
Before we left the room to go to the complimentary cocktail reception, I actually started getting a layout together. I was feeling optimistic. I had a really strong Margarita and I had to go back and ask for a weaker one; (because yes, I'm a wuss and I barely drink;) then I just switched to Diet Coke.
Well, they called Last call and my friend Lori cajoled me into going up to get 2 more drinks. We were standing on line, looking at a TV, and all of a sudden this BIG guy tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around, and he pointed to his friend and said "He's been trying to say hello to you." Well, I was shocked. I looked at the guy, (who I immediately thought was a cutie - but of course that could have been the Margaritas talking) and I said "Hi;" and he couldn't have been cuter, blushing and everything. I then turned back and said to Lori "I think I'm old enough to be his mother; what's he doing saying Hello to me?" I went back to the table and told Luis that a guy had been flirting with me; and he gave me a high five.
Well, I'll tell ya, this guy (who was probably a gigolo, trying to make some money) boosted my ego like there was no tomorrow; and I went back to our suite dancing on air and yah baby, I knocked out those 4 layouts in record time. Let's hear it for the Queen - I STILL GOT IT!! Who would of thought that a little attention from a male stranger would bring my scrapbooking mojo back. I bet he's never done that for a woman before. LOL I swear if I would have seen him at breakfast, I would have given him a big ole thanks. (I bet that would have been EXACTLY what he was looking for.) But alas, my scrapbooking genie was not to be seen.
Maybe next time I need to hit a local bar before I scrapbook.... Who would have thought that ego and scrapbook production were so directly related? I bet Heidi Swapp doesn't use this technique. (sorry non-scrappers. I'll owe you one.)
Till next time...
QUEEN of EVERYTHING