What a Difference!
When my friend Tina invited me to her home seven years ago to do some "scrapbooking," I thought I'd sit around and watch her creative juices make me jealous. And why did I need to make scrapbooks? All my pictures were boxed neatly (sort of) so that I could get to them whenever I wanted to. Of course, I never wanted to, because I'd have to sort through them all.
I had taken a few pictures with me, as she suggested, but I hadn't planned to use them. When I saw all of her gadgets-- corner rounders, templates, punches, and colorful papers-- I knew this was worth pursuing. I had to learn how to scrapbook. Since then, I've scrapped trips, special events, and a family heritage album that is still in the works. I love this hobby!
I also became a scrapping nut. I collected odd souvenirs-- a paper placemat at a restaurant in Nottingham, England; a shopping bag from Stratford-on-Avon, Shakespeare's hometown; a city map from Salamanca, Spain; and photos of state line markers along interstates in the eastern U.S. The scrapping bug had bitten.
Tina moved to Maine, and I moved to Florida, but I kept on scrapping. I became the gadget guru with the new friends I made, and they are avid scrappers now, too. All because of a few gadgets that prevented boredom. I still get jealous of Tina's creativity, though.
Tomorrow at dMarie Daily: Why I love scrapbooking, by Heather Summers - firstname.lastname@example.org