TRAVEL HERE: FROM ADHESIVE PHOTO ALBUMS TO COMPULSIVE SCRAPBOOKING
In many cultures throughout history, women entered into the contract of marriage with a dowry. Bill wasn’t quite that lucky. All he got when we married was a stack of photo albums, clothes to clutter his closet and a bunch of other things which didn’t exactly improve his net worth. He convinced me to get rid of some of my property in a garage sale. It didn’t do much for his bottom line, but he did regain a little of his space. One thing he couldn’t convince me to get rid of was my photo albums.
Can You Say Tacky?
I’ll admit it. My collection of mismatched photo albums was down right ugly. Some had their spiral rings showing. Others had hideous covers. And yes, most of the photos were mediocre at best, but they held my memories, so they weren’t going anywhere.
Then a couple of things sort of happened at once. I met a girl at work who was a Creative Memories Consultant and I signed up for a scrapbooking class at church. I found out that while I’d been smart to collect memorabilia and include it with photos in my albums, I learned I’d been doing pretty much everything else wrong. I don’t recall who sold me my first album and stickers, but that day, a scrapbooking legend was born – and she was me!
After My First Album
What had inspired me to sign up for the scrapbooking class was a cruise I was about to take. With one CM Consultant teaching me to scrapbook at church and another one giving me delicious catalogs at work, my days of sticking photos into adhesive albums were over. I completed the first album in no time flat and then the girl at work invited me to bag up all my loose photos and let her help me sort them.
OK, I sort of get into organizing. I’m not crazy about cleaning, but I will organize a messy desk drawer at the drop of a hat. I actually stand in stores and neaten their displays. I will be in the line at Fry’s and suddenly I’m sorting out their candy display and putting things back into a semblance of order. Clothing is a particular favorite of mine – sleeve length, color, neckline, solid or pattern. One minute I’m shopping for a blouse and in a few moments I organizing the rounder. Drives my poor husband crazy.
The minute organizing was tied to scrapbooking the hook was set. Not only were Creative Memory albums more attractive than the other albums, they preserved the pictures and memorabilia put into them and, most important for me, they were a great way to organize my pictures. If I was scrapbooking along and discovered a cache of pictures that belonged in an album I had already finished, no problem, I could add pages into the completed album wherever I wanted to. I could also keep on adding pictures to an album long after one of those adhesive albums would have been filled. My first album is about an inch and a half wide. The last one I finished was more like five and a half.
I made my first CM scrapbook in 1998. Twenty years later, I’m still scrapping. From my office chair I can count over 40 albums in my bookshelf That doesn’t include all those I have done and given to other people or those in a closet I will not name. Those 40 some odd are just my favorites!
But it’s time to go for today, so let’s pick up here next week!