I've been on sort of a Sabbatical the last few weeks, having gone on my ScrapShare retreat in the beautiful mountains of Mentone, Alabama, at Camp Skyline. Four days of rest, mountain air, awesome food by wonderful, local cooks, and fun! It's hard to come home and get down to the business of daily living again, I've been trying to catch up on lots of things, like spring gardening which demands our attention this time of year..
And writing. Tomorrow you can visit Women's Memoirs and read my latest blog post about "A Sense of Self" in scrapbooks and memoir. It goes live at midnight tonight. Please leave a comment, because I love to hear from people who tell me about their own scrapbooking and storytelling.
I didn't complete as many pages at the retreat this time, but that's because I was focused on "creating" more than getting pictures on pages. My Library of Memories class, taught by Stacy Julian at Big Picture Scrapbooking, has certainly changed my views on scrapbooking in a BIG way. No longer do I strive to just be "caught up," because that's not what it's really about. I don't care about strict chronology in my albums anymore. If I want to create a layout about a vacation that came after a birthday party, I can do it.
If I decide that only one photo in a stack will be enough to document an event, I can do that too, knowing that the rest of the stack is still there, sitting in my category drawers for future use if I care to go back to them and use a few for another layout. This is truly Photo Freedom (Simple Scrapbooks), people! I am having more fun scrapbooking than I've ever had, even more than when I first started 11 years ago.
Most scrappers I try to explain this concept to immediately blurt out, "Oh, I could never scrapbook like that," so I guess this is more of a personality issue. I'm just glad it fits my personality, because I could never go back to the old chronological way again, using every bloody picture I take of every event in our lives, always feeling like I'll never catch up. Other personalities don't deal with those issues, and that's okay too. It's all about suiting your own self, what makes you tick. As long as you are thoroughly enjoying what you're doing and creating.
I created a series of layouts for tomorrow's blog post on the Women's Memoirs site about putting "you" in your scrapbooks. A lot of scrappers don't do this in an in-depth way, but I feel it's important to reveal more of yourself for the people you love, and who will look at your albums in the future. I've found when I do this in my albums, share my feelings openly, my family treasures these stories a lot more. If you want to know how I do this, you'll have to go to the blog post tomorrow and read my tutorial. I will share a little here with you, however.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Saturday, April 3, 2010
A digi layout of me and my beloved Grandma on Easter 1954. The photo is pretty old and was stored in an old box where my Mom kept all of the pictures. I do remember those pink shoes I wore that year. The day after Easter I wanted to wear them to school, and Mom said no; they were for Sunday and dress-up. I begged, and she finally gave in. I was so proud of those shoes.
Don't you love my Grandma's shoes? She was always--and I do mean always--dressed beautifully. She took impecable care of her clothes. She had a spring coat and a winter coat and stored the out-of-season one in a quilted, zip-up bag hanging in the closet with moth balls. Her shoes were always shined. She changed purses to match her shoes. In this pic she is wearing a jacket she loved. She wore it on special occasions.
Grandma lived on social security but managed to hit the department store sales on a regular basis. She never spent a penny that she couldn't afford but sported her elegant appearance on the pittance she paid for her wardrobe. She was a proud woman. Other than seeing her in the morning when she got out of bed or at night when she washed and creamed her face, one never saw her without makeup. Just sitting in her favorite chair watching television, she wore a crisp, clean housedress with silk stockings rolled down with garters and houseslippers--and her face was completely made up. Anyone who knocked on her door, she was able to greet and invite into her sparkling, perfectly organized small apartment.
Grandma was my hero!
And I was her favorite grandchild...and everyone in the family knew it.
Happy Easter to you all and...