Just Beachy

I finally finished the beach-themed scrapbook I’ve been working on for more than a month. It features a ton of photos like this one:

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My daughter adores the sun, sand and surf. She swims like a fish; however her new passion is boogie boarding. I really tried to highlight her love of riding waves in several layouts, though the rest of the memory album is dedicated to other beach adventures.

One of my most favorite page designs pays homage to our last day at a beloved beach in Hawaii. I tried to recreate the topography of Hapuna Beach by covering the entire scrapbook page with sand. It’s a technique I may regret employing down the road, but for now, I couldn’t be more pleased with the results.

I started by creating frames for all of the photos I planned to showcase on the page. Next, I selected my embellishments (such as die cuts in the shape of palm trees, beach umbrellas and sand toys) and placed them on the layout. Finally, I sketched a wave shape and included two poems in it that summed up the good times we shared during our trip to Hawaii. Finally, I carefully covered the remainder of the page with adhesive and gently sprinkled sand over it. I pressed the grains down a bit with the palm of my hand, waited about 20 minutes, and then shook off the excess.

So far so good.

I then went back and highlighted the wave-shaped journaling block with blue glitter. Now the following poems I chose to feature there shine as brightly as the summer sun:

Life’s a Beach

Author: Patricia Polka

At the beach, life’s different.
Time doesn’t move
Waves crash the ocean front,
Kissing my feet.
Sea glass glistens in the sun,
The warm air dances around me
Giving a new start to the world.
The sand tingles under my feet
Like being tickled by love.
Laying on the beach shore,
Tanning the day away.
The tans may fade,
But memories
Never do.

Ode to Surfing

While herein words I cannot put
Nor in frame may cameras capture
Those hallowed waves through which we slip
And ride this life of rapture.
To be or not
The state of me
Rests on a vexing question.
Were not I dealt this salty deck
“Not to be” leads in which misdirection?
Yet here we are
While lost are thee
If not aboard and riding free
For we may fleeting lines convey
The pulse which guides a surfer’s way.

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Michele Cheplic

About Michele Cheplic

Michele Cheplic was born and raised in Hilo, Hawaii, but now lives in Wisconsin. Michele graduated from the University of Wisconsin-Madison with a degree in Journalism. She spent the next ten years as a television anchor and reporter at various stations throughout the country (from the CBS affiliate in Honolulu to the NBC affiliate in Green Bay). She has won numerous honors including an Emmy Award and multiple Edward R. Murrow awards honoring outstanding achievements in broadcast journalism. In addition, she has received awards from the Aircraft Owners and Pilots Association for her reports on air travel and the Wisconsin Education Association Council for her stories on education. Michele has since left television to concentrate on being a mom and freelance writer.

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