The never ending craft

This journal was requested by a friend. It's for her boyfriend and he's a BIG Scooby Doo fan, so I said that I would attempt something in that general theme. It was so much harder for me than I expected. First of all, I'm not that good at requests. If I'm whipping up some notebooks or any other crap for myself, my kids, or as a surprise then I'm golden. But the pressure of somebody wanting to pay me for my work makes me CRAZY. I spend way more time worrying that it's going to disappoint them than actually working on it. Plus, Scooby Doo? REALLY? A crafty journal for a grown man? REALLY? Alrighty, I aim to please, but I'm seriously doubting that he's going to squeal with joy when he opens that puppy up. I feel seriously embarrassed just thinking about that moment.