Oscraps

Hi everyone, looking for a quick read? Well you are in luck, here is another short scrap story by Olga for you to read about missing mojo! I can certainly relate to that, you know those times you do want to scrap something, but nothing comes to mind at all! Does that happen to you? What do you do? Come join our conversation in the forum in this thread HERE and let us know!!

Mojo’s Up and Left

It seems my mojo has packed its bags and ghosted me. Gone. Not around. Vanished. While I’m still here, glued to the screen, scrapping one idea after the other. I’ve tried scrapping pages too – hoping I’d accidentally trip over inspiration, but… nope… nada… just a bunch of ‘meh’ that has now been scrapped too. My recycle bin is bursting while my brain is blissfully empty.

The ever-present dialogue in my head is conspicuous by its absence and the silence is deafening. I have projects started… albums waiting to be finished… pages needing to be spellchecked. But I find myself drawn to the inhospitable beaches of Norfolk where a child’s body has been found. I am fascinated by the discussions on pagan rituals and modern-day shamanism. I can feel the anguish of the parents and the frustration of the DCI. I want to join in the archaeological dig and discover the mysteries of the Iron Age people. I have already solved this crime in six different ways, but am hoping for something completely unexpected (please, author, don’t’ disappoint me) All this while patiently layering stitch after stitch onto the canvas that will eventually become a Christmas sampler (yes, I know it is April)… telling myself I am being crafty… and that reading (well, listening to an audio book) is a good thing… but… seriously… Where did my mojo go???

The other day, I poured my heart out to my husband. He’d just come back from work, his brain fried from a full day of juggling balance sheets and supply-chain chaos, his stomach growling for something edible that didn’t involve him cooking. He listened – a patient, loving soul – as I dramatically monologued about my lost mojo and my creative draught… and… said “Have you tried doing something different? You know, to take your mind off scrapbooking?”

I stopped mid-wave of the kitchen knife, zucchini salad momentarily forgotten. And almost replied… “The Iron Age causeways… the missing child… the three different Santa’s and the quarter stitches that were slowing down my progress… remember??? I’ve been doing nothing BUT ‘something different’ ” And then my gaze fell upon my lovely earbuds, lying there on the counter, blinking seductively…. Did I really want to scrapbook when I could just pop those into my ears and listen on? I’ll have time as the kitchen will need cleaning after dinner… The DCI and the archeologist are about to crack the case. Mojo can wait.

Well, mojo can and still is… But this post can’t… so here’s the page of my here and now… not the usual I-took-my-time-and-thought-about-it page, but something I whipped up in 38 minutes… yes, that includes a quick browse through Pinterest looking for a page to lift… no judgement please!