Hey girls: thought we were due some random scrap-related musings.
Be prepared though: these are especially random, even for me.
Here we go…
One: was Jesus’ mum one of the first documented memory keepers?
The Bible says that Mary,
“…treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart.” (Luke 2:19)
She couldn’t write them down or make a pretty album, but she was kind of doing what we all do: spotting the special and holding onto it for all she was worth.
I reckon she’d have been into Project Life, for sure.
On a related note, I loved how Annie F Downs said of her visit to Galilee, “It’s like the hometown date on The Bachelor.”
Two: will future product be re-usable?
You know how Maggie Holmes created that magnet board set-up where you could surround your photos with her beautiful floral magnets?
Do you think someone will invent us budget-focussed gals a similar system whereby we can make pretty layouts, photograph them, then pull the pieces apart and start again without spending a bean?
Kind of like scrap Lego?
Three: how do other minimalists handle this hobby?
I wonder what other minimal scrappers do with all the stuff they create? Okay, this one’s more a question than a thought.
Do they, like me, take a nice photo, then pull their layouts apart so they can re-use the pieces? Or am I alone in this madness?
Four: will someone please bring out a kit club where the contents are sweetie-hued every single month?
Oops, that may have been another question. But I’d be very tempted to subscribe.
I guess the trouble is, the collections aren’t especially sugar-hued so they appeal to the masses (and not just ladies like me who haven’t quite grown up).
Five: should ‘insta-issues’ alarm bells ring when all you can think about is how your manse walls are an annoying greenish-cream and not white?
I will come up with another non-question thought in a moment, I promise.
Six: do we scrapbookers make beautiful mini-books because we were scarred by teachers ruining our beautifully presented school work with their red pen marks?
I think it’s a thing: I remember the thrill of being permitted to fetch a fresh exercise book from the stationery cupboard and how I’d write in my best ‘new fountain-pen’ handwriting, only to have the whole thing returned to me covered in crosses.
I may not have been super-bright, but boy, my work was pretty.
Hands off my mini-albums, teach.