I have tried to channel Tara in my scrapbooking life. Tried. It never quite works, but this layout made me feel like I was dabbling in Tara-tory, if you will, without leaving my love of all things linear too far behind. That, and throw in a photo of a face that apparently my mother did love (but that 6th grade boys in 1977 CLEARLY did not) and you've got a page that makes me happy.
It's just fun to say, "I'm going to find a picture of me at 11, and compare it with Aidan, today, just for shits and giggles!" So I e-mailed my mom last night asking for some shots circa 1977, and she obliged even though she must have been exhausted from seeing Celine "I am the greatest singer in the world" Dion on her birthday last Sunday. (And yes, Celine was a-m-a-z-i-n-g, according to Shirley…but i digress.
In the process of making this page, I cut my thumb quite nicely on my paper trimmer ("No one makes me bleed my own blood!"). But sometimes, you have to feel a little pain to feel a little beauty.
But that hair I was showcasing in '77? All pain, baby. Not seeing a beauty in sight, on the left side anyway.
Can you say: late bloomer?
Seriously though, what a difference a decade…or three make, you know?
I am damned lucky Murray and Shirley ever married me off.