...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:
...we found out a few days ago that my childhood home is for sale.
My parents built the house in 1984 when we moved from Connecticut.
My brother and I nearly broke our necks climbing the trees and swinging from the vines in the woods.
I can still remember the feel of the wood paneling as I ran my hand across it running down the stairs. I remember scrubbing the front hall tiles as my chore and the heavy front door. I remember figuring out the rhythm of the front steps so they could be skipped just right. I remember getting a running start and sliding halfway across the hardwood floors in my slippered feet. And of course, there was the pink prom dress on the hill.
What makes it all weird for me is that, according to the pictures posted online, nothing (except for some landscaping and an added deck) has changed in the 12 years since my parents sold it. Not the 1980s peach carpet or the kitchen cabinets. Not the paint color or that tile I used to scrub. My basketball hoop is still in the driveway. It literally looks like my family just packed up its belongings and left. I feel like there's probably a pink sequin laying on a floor somewhere with my name on it.
And I can't trip down memory lane without a few awkward photos (because the pink prom dress photo isn't awkward at all).
And what's better than one awkward-clarinet-playing-photo?
(And yes, the plant behind me is threatening to eat me).
...these pictures are far from pretty. And my toes are definitely in a few of them. But after "getting it done" a few weeks ago, I got everything loaded into the kid's albums and wanted to share Clara's. I shared Charlie's last year here.
This is the first page of her second album, one I did about her labels from last summer:
Every month I order a lot of enlargements and sometimes I scrapbook them, sometimes I don't. So when I don't, they are great to use as "filler" between spreads.