For the papers, I've pulled a variety of things from my stash, but mostly from Reminiscence The Book 3. The key here was to match the color of the VW van Paul use to own.
I've added vellum to the windows and used silver metallic cardstock for the chrome pieces. The black swirls in the background are from the Stamen Flowers die and the stitched hearts are from Close To My Heart.
The little van on the inside is popped up with foam tape to serve as a stopper for my easel.
Various stamps are from Close To My Heart. I am determined to use things I already own as much as possible this year, so these stamps are now rather old.
Now for the Love Story...
Paul and I met in 1986 and after our first date I went home and told my mother that this was the man I was going to marry. We both knew this was it, Paul and I. We dated for three months, then he went on a work assignment in California for several months. We wrote letters, called, and he flew me out there to stay for a week in Santa Barbara. When he returned, we continued to date and enjoy all the wonderfulness of a new, happy relationship for about a year.
It was at that time I decided I would go back to finish college in Tampa. He was in Cocoa Beach.
We did the whole long-distance relationship thing for a year. It was going well.
But then Paul decided he needed to sell everything he owned, bought a VW van, and hit the road.
I suppose you could say he needed to "find himself." He purchased a blue one with the white pop-up top. He had a little sink and counter in there, and a bed. It was pretty cool, I had to admit. He packed all of his belongings in there and off he went.
He told me it didn't mean things were over between us.
It was just something he had to do.
I was heartbroken.
He traveled across country, stopping to see friends along the way, to see his family, and finally to settle in Wichita, Kansas with the hope of starting a business. He flew me out there for a visit. It was great, but I returned to Florida and he stayed in Kansas.
We continued to write letters because it was getting more difficult to talk on the phone, we missed each other so much. Finally when things didn't look like they were happening with his business plan, he moved on and traveled to California where he eventually took a job for about a year.
About that time, Paul finally came to his senses and decided what he needed was me. He returned to Florida and we were engaged shortly after and then married a year later.
We will be celebrating our 30th anniversary this May.
Daytona Beach, 1988.
(Yep, that's me in the high-cut bathing suit. Thank goodness the photo is blurry.)