Wednesday, January 9, 2008

Scraping Scrapbooking

Thankfully I found the hot picture of me in sixth grade, donning my ever-so-cool hand-made purple, frog shirt. I wanted something funny to attach to my profile. I cannot locate my jr. high picture. That is the one I really wanted. I know that I have a personal "baby book" that my mother handed down to me recently, but I cannot seem to locate it.

Since I am the second born there are a total of four baby pictures then the snapshots go straight to when I was seven. After that we jump to high school and then my wedding pictures. The total number of pages in the book equals 8. My older brother's baby book is bulging with so many snapshots that it cannot be shut. I'll be in therapy later I'm sure.

In my attempts to locate the baby book I came across some pre cut, ready to glue on to scrapbook pages, photos of my oldest children. This was an indicator of when I got too busy to scrapbook - eight years ago. I don't want to be one of those people who in their sixties, finally has the time to place pictures in a photo album however, I'm not seeing any large gaps of free time in the immediate future, to complete the task.

I know that if I would just put them in a book right away, the problem would be eliminated, but I cannot seem to do that either. I'm hopeless, but at least I have pictures of my children, somewhere, in boxes, in some cupboard, for now, safe, with no semblance of order.

Oh well, I'm a writer. That's what I do. So, I'm scraping scrapbooking. Unless of course, someone wants to place all my photos in books for me. I don't even need the fancy scrapbook paper and 3-D ribbons and stickers. I'd pay big bucks - if I had big bucks.

1 comment:

Heather McTaggart said...

My husband is the baby of 7, we have a total...hold your breathe now....of 2, count them...2 pictures of his childhood! One on a bike at the age of 5 riding a bike, one up in the mountains around age 6! I swore, promised, gave my blood that I would do better....well guess what, my photos are ALSO in drawers, cabinets, attic of MY first 2, the 3rd...can she share a therapist with you??? I am failing...badly!