I admit it. I am a nerdy scrapbooker. I can't help it. I love pictures, decorative paper and telling stories. Many people are surprised to know this about me. I received more than a few wide eyed looks when I recently told people I was going to a scrapbook convention (One neighbor still thinks it's a cover for some illicit activity- I can only imagine what is going through his mind). I also discovered there are more people like me out there than I thought. Closet scrappers, seriously many of them scrap in a closet. It's a practical use of space, really. Recently, I came out of the closet, literally, when we moved to a house where I have my very own scrapbook room. Perfect, right?!?! I know you are jealous. I have been here a year and still very little has been created in my spacious scrap room. It is sad really. The truth is, it's not space I need, it's time.
As the youngest in my family, the only photo album I have from childhood was made by my very thoughtful older sister. I am determined that will not be the fate of my children. My plan is not to miss a memory, so that my kids will be able to look back at their scrapbooks and relive every memory with fondness. I know this is what June Cleaver did, I just know it!
However, living life is getting in the way of scrapping life, and I'm a few years, behind. I have some absolutely stunning albums, really. Someday when the kids are in college and I have all this time on my hands as a stay at home empty nester, I will get back to creating those gorgeous pages. For now, I think I will blog. Oh, I haven't abandoned scrapping altogether. I just won't feel as guilty about being behind in the picture part if I have the story part down somewhere.
And mom, I now know why I don't have any sort of baby book/scrapbook or whatever you called it back then, and I am sorry I gave you a hard time about it. The pictures you can't find, however, I am still a little disgruntled over that. Keep looking!
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