2001. Early fall. I walk into an Archiver's store for the very first time. The magic begins. And who could have ever guessed?
I suppose because my blog banner tagline has the word "scrapbooking" in it, I should wax poetically from time to time about said hobby. Yes? You wouldn't be reading this if I wasn't a scrapbooker. Or at least you would've never known this blog ever existed, agreed?
I remember this page. I remember posting it at Two Peas. I remember this time, when I needed to try and make a page every day, come hell or high water. I was so high on the fact that I had finally figured out how to be crafty, and still manage to retain my dignity. That I had found a hobby that I could both do and make cool. That spoke to my need for…expression, and for coolness. As if my haircut didn't already take care of that one.
Today, I don't scrapbook like that. Meaning, constantly. I make pages for my "About Design" column in Simple. Do I still love it, and think it's the coolest thing ever? Yep. And yet, I walk through my dining room, nod at all the stuff I've managed to amass over the years, and keep right on walking. I mean, come on, I've got scarves to work on.
But I still believe in it. In telling stories, in writing stuff down. In saving your life.
For the record.