as we quickly approach 2014, I wanted to take some time and reflect on how I've evolved as a scrapbooker. it's been a decade - ten years of journaling and pictures, ten years of writing and art... ten years, in one form or another, recorded and remembered...
january 2004. that must've been when it all started.
i'm a writer - always have been, always will be. I've kept a journal for as long as I can remember, even longer than I've been scrapbooking. I've written my stories - every last one of them - in the form of a memoir. I've spent entire days sitting at my computer tapping away at the keys.
someday, maybe, i'll share those stories. suffice it to say that one person can really only cope with so much trauma and I think, by that point, I'd already hit my threshold.
I look through my journals from back then and I seriously have to wonder how I ended up where I am today - how I managed to find the light at the end of the tunnel and come out at the other end relatively okay.
my first scrapbook? a book of poems, newspaper clippings, and other little bits and pieces from a very difficult period of time in my life.
definitely not a scrapbook by today's standards, right?
yesterday's version of today's smashbook, I suppose.
I went to the office supply store and picked up a binder and some page protectors. it was as simple as that.
I had no idea at the time that I was scrapbooking. in a sense, though, that's exactly what I was doing. I wrote and I taped and I glued... and I kept adding to it.
little did I know...
how would you describe your very first attempts at scrapbooking? leave me a comment and tell me about it.
have a great night!