When I started scrapbooking, I never set out to create a comprehensive and chronological record of my life, and of those with whom I share the overall family experience. I didn’t know there were codes of conduct as far as the hobby went—generally accepted paradigms, if you will—to the ways and means of working with Hermafix and patterned papers.
All I knew was that I had some photos that I thought were righteously good and kicked general ass, I had good words to go with ‘em, and mad computer skillz to make those words look any way I chose. That’s how it all started for me.
It’s a bit like a new relationship, when you first start scrapbooking. Those trips to the scrapbook store, and the feel of adhesives, and punches, and cardstock. When you first get the bug and it begins replicating, the effect is nothing short of giddy intoxication. I found it hard to believe I could have THAT much fun putting pictures on pieces of paper.
Add to that the emergence of internet communities, and ways to instantly find a collective of individuals that shared your passion, and BOOM! You are hooked, line and sinker.
Eventually you settle in and enter the relationship phase of your hobbyist experience. The novelty and some of the magic inevitably fades with time. But following that sweet crush, if you and the hobby are meant to be, you hopefully settle into a deep and loving relationship that endures the test of trends and time.
Sometimes I feel nostalgic where scrapbooking is concerned. As if I’ve really earned that right—to wax philosophic ‘bout ‘dem good ol’ days. I mean come on… I’ve only been scrapbooking since 2001. That hardly qualifies me as an old timer. Yet I really do remember the giddiness of finally figuring out that I could do a hobby and still maintain my personal sense of design integrity and overall coolness factor. The novelty of it all can still be recalled, and the freshness of it rings so sweetly in my memory. And when you reach the point where you see trends come and pass, and even come back for a second round, well… that’s when all of a sudden you do realize you’ve been around the block more than one time.
I’m really not trying to write a chapter for my next Harlequin romance novel here, with all these unimaginative metaphors and what not… but last night, I followed my old process—the way I did it back in the day: find a photo and products that makes me happy, and make a simple page. Knowing it was just for Cole’s album and not destined to end up trying to make a design point on the pages of Simple made it easier to just do what felt right and enjoy the process. And knowing that when it was done, it had a place to go. And, having that split second where you look at it and ask yourself: “Is it stupid? or good?” and then (deciding it was good enough)… putting it away and being done.
Sigh. Maybe I’m kidding myself. Maybe I really AM an old scrapbooking codger at this point in my hobby life. Going on and on about, “In my day…we used to use Twistel in creative ways and WE LIKED IT!” Whatever the case, here’s to you and whatever got you started on the old Memory Documentation Highway.