...I have long admired Liz's work at Paislee Press. I am not a digital scrapbooker, at all, but her clean designs and clear appreciation for simple always drew me in. So it was a no brainer for me to apply to be on her Design Team. :)
(Honestly, I'd just like to print out the logo and wallpaper a room in my house with it).
I have been writing for as long as I can remember. I wrote in a journal (oh, painful to read now) for ten years growing up. I wrote my mom a note every night before bed. I majored in journalism at Lehigh University and received my master's in writing from The Johns Hopkins University. And I've been memory keeping almost as long. I'm thrilled to join the two together in this class.
...The one that you look at on your phone after walking back into your office and it makes your heart skip a beat, takes your breath away, really.
I caught her. I finally caught her. The her that runs toward me when she sees me at any point during the school day. The her that runs ankles touching butt. The her that has enough hair for a Pantene commercial. The her that smiles with her whole face, her whole body really.
We were together. I forget the rest. -Walt Whitman
...since posting these here is about the only scrapbooking-related deadline I'm facing these days, I'm going to try to do this every six months (or more).
Several of these pages you might have already seen on Studio Calico. And this isn't everything, but it's the highlight reel.
And if you are the person that googled, "pink prom dress" and has been reading my blog ever since but skips over all scrapbooking-related posts, skip ahead.
These are far from good scans. Things are crooked, backward, and just plain wrong. But that's real life. And they are done.
I have always incorporated "project-life-esque" pages into my scrapbooks. Everything is mixed together. The kid's report cards are in there, as is artwork. I'll share Clara's album next week. Or next month. It's nice being my own boss!
...pinterest really is a wonderful thing, because it ever-so-subtly gives hints to your husband-who-likes-to-plug-things-in that you might want, well, something that doesn't plug in. Like a typewriter.
When I opened this baby up on Christmas morning the first thing that overwhelmed me was, "It smells like Pop Pop." Well, not exactly like my grandfather. But like an old man's office. Like my Pop Pop. The other night, I left the lid open after scrapbooking and came in the next morning overwhelmed by the smell. Maybe he's here.
After taking a little time off, I'm in full-on catch-up mode (probably should've saved this for the Olympics when I stay up to times I have no business staying up until). And I'm using the typewriter for it all.
I asked Ken if it sounds like I'm pounding out the Next Great American Novel down here. I forgot how LOUD a typewriter is. I find myself wondering who it belonged to.
...This is my last month on the creative team for Studio Calico.
But this time, it was my choice. You can read about the last time here. I could copy and paste a lot of the things I said on that post, but here's the gist:
The scrapbooking industry is so different than it was ten years ago when I first joined the game. Truthfully, I find the emphasis on social media and self-promotion exhausting, and, when I try to do it, it always feels…unauthentic. I love to scrapbook. I always have. But in this industry, that just isn’t enough any more. And that’s OK, but it’s time for me to walk away because that’s who I am. A hobbyist. Someone who loves watching her children look at their scrapbooks, not admiring the latest product or technique, but the memories. Scrapbooking is a small part of a big life. And it will continue to be just that.
...I'm sure someone has done this before (there are no original ideas anymore), but I decided to do time lapse photography of my Cuppa Studio Calico projects. I started a little into the first spread. The pictures aren't great, I only scrapbook at night, and there's a Charlie layout thrown in there for good measure, but here you go...my thought process:
Also, thank you for your sweet welcome wishes for our Gracie. Updates to come.
...Because there's gotta be somewhere to keep these pictures so they can stay in our family history. Forever.
Clara refused to sit by herself, so for her package, we got a family portrait. Maybe I should photoshop Ken's head in there and call our family Christmas photo done? Could we be wearing any more colors or patterns?
She was even happier for her class photo. I hope her teacher uses this for her Christmas picture: