I’m honestly not a terribly “craft-ish” person. I’ve tried knitting and it stresses me out. I’ve tried jewelry making and my motor skills leave something to be desired. Sewing on almost any level will often cause injury when entrusted to me.
I made cards for a while thanks to my friend Dina who I love more than air sometimes. She and I still joke that she is my “Stampin Up Drug Pusher” friend. Stampin never really held my attention enough. I just found that I hadn’t the time or the patience to keep at it.
The only thing I have felt any peace with has been, hold on to your hats…scrapbooking.
Yes, indeed. I’m not quite as crazy over it as some of the other moms I know but I do enjoy taking the piles and piles and piles of photos I have stacked up in large plastic storage bins and putting them onto a page. My pages are simple. A coupla photos, cropped to remove evidence of my crappy photography skils set against a background and a line or two to give context. Once in a while if I’m “croppin” with other ladies I’ll add an embellishment (and feel quite proud of it I must say.)
I’ve not picked up my croppin’ stuff for a while. Part of the draw for me in scrapbooking is coming together with some other friends and spending an evening with a glass of wine, some snacks and conversation interspersed with, “Oh, wow….remember this trip?”
Since I moved from Chicago I’ve missed out on our monthly crop circles. So, I really have not spent much time on my books. Today, though, I pulled out all of my scrapbooks because I’m moving things around in my room and sat for an hour just leafing through them. I found myself in tears, remembering the trips, the holidays, the friends and family with whom we shared them.
Perhaps what I love more than actually scrapbooking is in fact, the reminiscing.
I know, it’s not usually my style to wax nostalgic here at Mrs Metaphor but I do have this weepy side and here it is for you to see. All this to say that today this is where my head and heart are at….looking at where we’ve been and it just makes me a little homesick.
It’s been difficult to build a community down here but I do see it coming…it does seem to be gathering. Perhaps in a few years I’ll find myself leafing through the albums that show the fruit of the time spent here and the faces of the people with whom we share it.
I hope so.