And that time of the year is? The time to update the kids' school albums, as seen in that compelling piece of literature, Clean&Simple, Pt. Deux. It's the one album project (or rather, two) that I absolutely love because all of the guesswork is removed from the equation. I go to my cabinet, I pull out the appropriate materials file (where i keep all the bits that go into each four-page section) and then, i pull out the photos I've saved from the school year (that don't have to be directly related to "school" at all), print out the page title strips that I've saved on my computer, and within a half an hour or so, I'm ready to put it all together. (And yes, I realize Cole's first grade pic is a bit frog like, but God, I adore that little froggie.)
I'm going to work on Aidan's in the next few days. These are the only albums I feel any obligation to, really. And that's because these albums are truly for them, and they get to keep them.
Scrapbooking. Man. I don't know what to say about it right now. I love it in theory. The whole idea of documenting stuff that matters to you. Kind of like blogging, in a way. Taking little bits and pieces, putting them down, putting your creative spin on it, and maintaining a record of life. But right now, I really don't practice what I preach.
Meaning, I used to be the girl who scrapbooked in every free moment. I would scoff at those who said things like, "I just don't know how you have the time for that sort of thing." Gee. I don't know. I make the time. I mean, you can always find time for the things you love. Excercise? Not so much. But for the things that really make you happy? There are always ways.
But right now? I walk through my to-DIE-for dining/scraproom, and think, "Hey. How's it goin'?" And just keep right on walking because there is a couch and an episode of Top Chef with my name on it.
Don't get me wrong. I'm not entering therapy over this. I'm just trying to figure out how I want to document life.
Personal expression has always been important to me. I've kept journals and been writing since I learned to hold a pencil. Right now, it's this blog. This blog has fulfilled that need for me. It's really all about telling stories, being relatively truthful, and the occasional REALLY GOOD sentence that nails what it was that i was trying to say. Like the one about running over the box of puppies. That's golden, baby. Just golden.
My point is that I love this hobby, even though I'm not truly immersed in the day to day of it.
And that again, it's not about pictures.
(Except maybe this one, which comes with a gratuitous chest hair warning.)