Are
the sketches in your book the same ones that are on your website?
The book contains 60 never-before-seen sketches in five popular sizes
(12x12, 12x12dbl, 8½x11, 8½x11dbl and 8½x11 horizontal), along with more
than 140 pieces of beautiful artwork.
Do I have to purchase the
Card Deck separately?
No, the card deck is an inclusive part of the book and integrated into the
spiral bindery. When you open the book, there are 15 laminated pages in the
back. Simply punch out the dieline card box and assemble it with a bit of
two-sided tape. Then punch out the 60 cards and place them in the box.
Viola—instant Card Deck!
Where can I purchase the
book retail?
Here are several on-line and LSS retailers who are currently stocking the book:
My Craftivity Shop
Barnes & Noble
F+W Book Store
Amazon.com
The Doodlebug Inc.
Scrap Mania
Right At Home Scrapbooking
Craft Nook (Canada)
(If you would like your LSS or on-line store added to this list, please send an email to becky@pagemaps.com and I will add your store to this list.)
I
own a store and would like to carry the book. How do I order it wholesale?
If your store is in the US, please call F+W Publications (Memory Maker
Books) at 1-800-289-0963. If your store is outside the US, email
becky@pagemaps.com and I will
provide you with distributor information (although non-US stores are welcome
to order direct as well).
How many layouts in the book are about your dogs,
football or fly fishing?
[Ahahhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!! I about died when I received this email!] Seriously,
I showed admirable restraint and there are only about six or seven layouts
dedicated to pups and trout and only two are about football. :o)
There
is a layout on page 78 called "Darb's Discovery." The journaling starts
underneath the title and then continues on behind the photo. I'm dying to
know: what did Darby discover?
Here's the journaling that is hidden on that page:
My, what a momentous occasion in a puppy’s life—her first trip to the river. (Okay, quit laughing. It’s a big deal to a dog!) On an unusually warm Sunday afternoon in March . . .
. . . we
decided to take our furry family down to the Yellowstone River for a dip in
the pool. Now mind you, the river temp was about 42 (it was still winter
after all), but Jackson and Hannah went full tilt right into the water. And
what does Darby do? Why she follows, of course (monkey see, monkey do)!
About 18” into the water, she realized there was no more gravel under her
little paws and all I saw was this little red puppy body go slipping into
the water up to her neck. Instinct asserted itself and Darby started dog
paddling for dear life and made it back to the safety of the river bank. She
was so darn proud of herself that she started struttin’ around like her big
bad self, shaking off the cold water and getting me and my camera soaked in
the process. She promptly tripped over a rock and did a head long gainer
into a pile of mud. Yeah, we’re raising Miss Graceful here.
On her next attempt into the water, she decided to just hang out on the
gravel bar in about 4” of water. She began finding little sticks and twigs
on the water’s edge, proudly serving them up to Chris (she is a retriever
after all). Meanwhile, Jackson and Hannah swam after sticks that Chris was
tossing 20 feet out in the river. After a bit, Darb’s little butt started
shivering and she splashed back out of the water and parked herself on some
dry rocks to warm up. (She may not be graceful, but she’s no fool.) As she
dried, her hair started kinking, curling and sticking out like she’d gone
and stuck her paw in a light socket. At this point, she was a dead ringer
for Don King!
Oh, but this gets so much better . . .
Okay, so Canadian geese had been making their pilgrimage back to the rivers
of Montana over the previous several weeks. They had been eating and nesting
and doing their goose thing, all of which resulted in a great deal of goose
poop on the hay meadows just above the river’s edge. (You can probably see
where I’m going with this.) It’s a widely known fact that dogs are poop
magnets. Honest to gosh, this fur child of mine went tearing across the
meadow after a gaggle of geese, stopped dead in her tracks about 100 yards
into a full run, and threw her head up into the air and sniffed. And
sniffed. And sniffed some more. Eureka! It’s goose poop and she went wild.
Diving into it. Eating it. Rolling in it. It would be important to note at
this juncture that she was not completely dry from her swimming endeavors.
Hannah and Jackson stopped what they were doing to watch, looking at her as
if she’d lost her mind (which, quite clearly, she had at this point).
A rinse in the river, a quick dry off, followed by a soapy bath at home, all
resulted in a happily exhausted four-month-old puppy who felt as if she has
conquered the world. When I die, I want to come back as a dog (with a more
discernible palate, I hope!).
[In my best Paul Harvey voice] And now you know the "rest" of the story!
