When I got married, one of our non-registry gifts was a very thoughtful Kim Anderson scrapbook kit, full of darling little black and white pictures of miniature child brides and grooms. I hated it. It sat in the box for the first year of our marriage, while I determined when I could donate it to charity without being a bad person.
Then I found out we were expecting. Woo HOO! Can you say, “excited?” I was all about pregnancy. I had my first ultrasound at seven weeks, and when they gave me the mottled little printouts, I was like, “What do I do with these?” The obvious answer? Scrapbook! So I went home and dug out that awful boxed kit from my wedding. I had some really cute animal wrapping paper, and used that to decoupage over the offensive child couple on the front of the album. The kit came with plenty of stickers, a glue stick, and paper (which of course had annoying little graphics on it, but the reverse sides were white!), so I went to town. Using my new kit, and my own markers and art supplies, I did my very first scrapbook page. “We’re having a baby! Due, 10-18-01!” It was really, really ugly. I didn’t even know at the time that scrapbooking (scrapping, cropping, whatever) was something people did. Yes, kids, I thought I was original. I didn’t know about the existence of specialty papers (I used construction), die cuts, rub-ons, embellishments, none of them. I was the caveman of scrappers.
Since then, I have often been overwhelmed by layouts I’ve seen, crafted by some pretty amazing women. They can only be called art, and it’s somewhere in my lofty goals to someday create a page even half as beautiful. But I haven’t touched the stuff in two years. When we moved to our darling little house, I completely lost any space I had to pull out my things and create a page. I suppose the kitchen counter would work, but I’d like to avoid butter stains and the inadvertent bacon splatter that is a sure thing in this house. I always knew I’d scrap again someday, but have waited patiently for a little corner of my own in our soon to be finished basement. The real rub is that we live in a fantastic city, and scrapbook stores abound. I vowed to myself that I wouldn’t even walk in the door until my space is ready to work – and I kept that promise. Until yesterday. A friend of mine needed to come up with a layout for a scrapbook being compiled as a wedding gift for her future sister-in-law. And she came to me for help. Well I am nothing if not a helper. So I went with her to the local Archivers to pick out some papers for her horseback-riding-in-the-surf themed page.
Oh. My. God. Things have changed so much since I last bought a fancy paper or bit of ribbon for a page. The patterns! The colors! The variety! The EMBELLISHMENTS. I am completely frothing at the mouth with excitement and anticipation to dig my hot little hands through just the clearance paper section of this scrappers’ Mecca.
I need to go back to my list of gifts and givers and re-thank whoever gave us that scrapbook kit for a wedding present. She’s responsible for motivating me to go downstairs tonight to finish up my little office corner, and for supplying me with a hobby that will last all my life.