A Very Important Day

Okay, it's well past midnight now, so it's not 'today' anymore; but 'today' - 17th August 2006, marks the 100th anniversary of the birth of my much-missed Grandma, Phyllis Rose Carr.

Not only that, this day also marks the 76th anniversary of Phyllis' marriage to George Thomas Clark, my extremely handsome and also much missed GranGran.

And yet more still - today also marks the 7th anniversary of my meeting Colin. In my more sentimental moments I like to think that meeting Col on Grandma's birthday was a sign that she was watching over me, but at other times (mainly when he is doing my head in) I truly believe that she just has an evil sense of humour!

Anyway, this picture here is really how I remember Grandma - I have no idea when the picture was taken, but at the very latest it would have been during the summer of 1983, as she passed away in February 1984. I definitely remember the wallpaper!


This one here was taken in 1928 (I think), when she would have been 22 years old. I am apparently a lot like my Grandma, and I can see it in this photo - my lips are a little different and I don't have her natty hairstyle, but other than that you could be looking at me.

Anyway, how do you commemorate someone that you miss so much on such a special day? If you're a creative genius, like I would like to think I am, you'd make a commemorative layout. Or, I should say, you'd TRY to make a commemorative layout. I have struggled mightily for a large part of the day to make a layout that does her justice, and I just can't do it. I've started and trashed about six different versions, but my mojo just won't work for me, perhaps because it's important to me. I can only hope that tomorrow brings new inspiration.

You remember how I said last night that I was hoping to achieve a lot today? Famous last words, I'm afraid. I got up this morning with a nasty attack of sinusitis - extreme pain in my head, and my face all swollen around my nose, where the nasal sinuses are. I dozed in the armchair for an hour at lunchtime, and at 2.00 pm Colin sent me to bed, where I slept for three hours and woke up feeling much better. I feel like I've wasted a whole day of my holiday when I had so much to do, but I have to be realistic - I'm not superwoman.

More bad news for my bank balance today - Meredith Fenwick is having a sale on all her stuff at Scrapbook Bytes this weekend. Having had a 'quick' browse through all her lovely creations, I have a shopping cart stuffed full of stuff that I *need* to have. At the moment it's a toss-up between more stash, or food shopping. Tough one!