When I saw the June sketch templates from Simple Scrapper's membership collection, I knew I wanted to play with patterned paper to create an oversized title. With one small monochromatic photo, the title adds energy and interest, with the distressing and crumpling supporting the layout theme.
Journaling reads:
The squeal of brakes, the crunch of metal, the crash of glass. I’ll be happy to never hear that sound again.
May 1, 2015. The day my 14 (or so) years of accident-free driving came to an end with a right turn on Nicholson Street.
I paused at the intersection, looked before beginning my turn. I saw the delivery van coming straight at me and put my foot down to try and get out of the way but there was nothing that I could do. He hit, shoving the car sideways. My glasses tumbled off, landing in the passenger seat.
I’d stopped and looked, hadn’t seen anything. There was a work truck waiting to turn right the opposite direction, maybe I remember a tram a little down the street as well. They must have screened the van from view. As we exchanged details the other driver commented that we were both at fault, which makes me think there was some speed and lane changing going on as well. As Dad said later, it was an understandable accident. I needed to hear that.
We both walked away; it could have been so much worse. No ambulance, no police, just a wonderful lady who gently talked me through the exchanging of details. And a tow truck. Poor Stormy.
I left Mike to sort out towing and continued to my pottery class. An hour late, but I made it. I’m calling myself a bad ass for that. (Just ignore any lingering unease making right turns; it doesn’t quite suit that bad ass image.)
$550 for the insurance excess, a massage appointment for sore muscles. Stormy has some dings but that is what insurance is for.
It might have been so much worse.
Although it's not a favourite topic - I'm voting for at least 14 plus years before any more car crashes thank you very much - but I'm loving how this layout turned out.
