And here we go with another year of memory keeping.
I started scrapbooking in 2003. Or was it 2002? I think it was the former. Either way, that is a hella long time to have a hobby and actually keep up with it. It started innocently enough by walking into a local scrapbook store and then finding an online community of memory keepers, some of whom have become my dearest friends to this day.
And here I am at the ripe age of 50, one kid in college and another headed that way in a year-and-a-half, give or take, and I’m not sure what my traditional approach to memory keeping looks like right now.
Yes, I know how I’m going to document our stories each month (Scrapbook Your Year)—and you can see all the posts from last year by clicking here—but what about the other scrapbooking? What about the little stories that deserve more of a home than simply a 6 x 4 slot in a digital book?
Aside from Year 1, I have never been a truly prolific scrapbooker. True, I wrote two books and those books required an awful lot of pages, and I’ve taught a handful of classes over the years that also required lots of layouts, but by and large, I really only scrapbook when I have a story that I truly want to tell.
Note: download a free binder label designed to fit We R Memory Keeper albums here.
You can’t have the space I have for albums and go nuts with pages every week. I’m tapped out, quite literally, unless I want to start putting albums in my office closet, and where’s the fun in hiding all the goodness, right?
But it’s not just the frequency either. It’s the stories. What stories to tell? If life right now feels uncertain in so many ways—hubby’s new career, daughter embarking upon adulthood, son closing in on his final year of high school—do I just focus on me and my feelings about all of it? The thing is, I’m trying not to be a woman ruled by my feelings. People, that’s caused me more trouble than you’ll ever know.
I really am in the middle place. I don’t feel the need to present you with a picture of life that is dreamy and enviable, most because it doesn’t exist in reality. You may envy that I make my living doing this stuff and believe me, I envy me and never take it for granted. Like, ever. But life is messy. It’s not all that dreamy. It’s not laden with magical fluff around every corner. I’m here and it’s real and I’m wondering how to take note of it all.
So there’s that.
The hybrid page I made was to highlight the One Little Word I chose for 2017 and when I started to journal, I realized, “Damn. That word might be too much to handle.”
I mean, I’m not Mother Theresa.
But still, I created a simple hybrid page to set the intention in writing, so to speak. I printed the journaling and black frame first, then layered in the photo and the “2017” card which comes from this new release.
I actually placed the “2017” card on the page as I was designing it and then put it in the spot where the photo was slated to go so I could just cut it out and save paper. Very unlike me, to save paper. Does that count as living with more purpose?
I say sure, why not?
I even made a Hyperlapse clip of the creation of this page. (Pardon my lack of manicure.)
Let the year of memory keeping commence. I’ll share how it shakes out as a I go.