Share the Love

I wanted to share that I am sharing a guest post on two different blogs, one today and one next week. Both are a part of a series ironically with the same name!

First, on C.R.A.F.T., I shared a Valentine’s printable bag topper.


click here to head to her Share the Love series

Next, I’m guesting at It’s Always Autumn’s Projects that bring people together, also called Share the LOVE!  My post is live on Feb 1st, but the rest of the series is great!

Click HERE to head to here site.

I hope you click over and see their sites and other fun projects they are sharing! I’m traveling, so take pictures with your loved one’s on your phone and hashtag #capturethejoy, I’ll be doing the same!

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  1. I just thought I would stop and say hi, as I’m been stalking your blog for a good week now, thinking we could be twins. Aside from the fact that we don’t look alike, I’m not mormon and I have an only child. But still….the photography/ crafty/ story telling side of me is very similar. :)
    I just wanted to say hi and thanks for sharing the awesomeness!

    Stacey

  2. Fun series. Can’t wait to see your post.

  3. Melinda T says:

    Busy, but love it! You rock! Going to read your guest posts!

  4. Katie – I remember your group of AP Art sttuends, you were all one year ahead of me and I had heard of all the horror stories that went along with that room and Mr. P All I could think was, Oh crap, that’s gonna be me next year. I wonder how many times he’s gonna try and make me cry over a piece. Then I was crushed when I fould out he wouldn’t be my teacher. Though I did not mind having Mrs. Adams for a third year what-so-ever. I think what made my senior year so hard was watching Mrs. Adams trying to hold it together, trying to be strong, she lost her buddy, her partner in crime, someone I’m sure she saw as a friend and as a son. My heart broke a million times over for her because she meant so much to me and was my inspiration, my strong mentor. I never though I’d catch her crying.. but I did and I cried a lot that night because I knew what those tears were for. It was strange senior year not to have a group of girls giggling infront of the art room peeking into Mr. P.’s room (which I will NEVER admit to doing *cough*). I never had him for a teacher, but he impacted my life through those he did teach.

  5. That’s a slick answer to a challenging question

  6. AFAIC that’s the best answer so far!