We’ve spent a lot of this New Year’s weekend working on clearing out stuff we don’t need from our spare room storage closet. I went through a lot of old memorbilia, pictures, etc. and kept only what made sense to hold onto. We should be able to fit most of our things in the closet rather than having to store it in the actual room soon. We also plan to rearrange the furniture and perhaps get a futon instead of the mattress we have on the floor right now, for the guests we never have. It seems like a futon would be a better use of less space.
Anywayz, that brings me to scrapbooking. A lot of the stuff in the memorbilia category has been lurking in the closet, with the intention that it should be scrapbooked. I have come to terms with the fact that I am not a scrapbooker. I am OK with this. I have a full time job, I clean the house, do all the grocery shopping, volunteer in 3 different ministries, we travel 1-2 weekends out of each month, and I still have to maintain friendships with a number of people on a daily basis. I have a huge respect for people who scrapbook well and enjoy it. I really think it is a form of art that should not be disregarded or taken lightly.
But scrapbooking, to me, is something that takes time away from laundry, cleaning, and errands. It’s not bad when I’m actually forcing myself to do it, but it’s not something I do well, either. I finished about 5 pages last night in about 3 hours and I think I can finish the rest tonight. I don’t feel like they are masterpieces. What I feel is a relief that these pieces of paper and ticket stubs and wedding invitations are not sitting in a corner staring at me and making me feel guilty anymore. This year, I resolve that my Pro account at www.Flickr.com is enough for me. If we feel the burning need to have photos laid out in a book, I will order a photo book from Apple.com from iPhoto.
Happy New Year!