I just finished the Library of Memories class at BPS by Stacy Julian. It was an amazing class and changed the way I (a) store my photos, (b) think about getting "caught up" (I don't!), (c) get my mojo back when I'm not in the mood to scrap, but I feel like I should, and (d) think about the types of photos I take and the relationships I want to journal about, as opposed to the events.
So one of the members of the yahoo group is doing a "thank you, Stacy" scrapbook and is collecting pages from the students. I finished this today. The journalling says, " Thank you Stacy! Thanks for sharing your talent & ideas. Things I liked about this class - Photos I Love album, my LOM "drawers", your heart shows in your audios, I feel organized, I love mixing old photos with new ones, I am not "behind" and don't strive for "caught up", I use my time more wisely, and, most significantly, I am taking pictures of "relationships". " It doesn't say everything I feel, but it's something. My page is called "Discover Relationships" and has a photo of MY Nana, me, and my sons looking at one of my scrapbooks. On the back I explained that to Stacy, assuming she looks on the back. ;) The stamps are The Angel Company, of course, and the paper is Scenic Route Company I think.
My name is Nicky Hurt. I am: a wife, mother, daughter, sister, granddaughter, niece, aunt, sister-in-law, digi scrapbooker, scrapbooking class collector, scrapbooking supply collector, roadside photographer, Air Force wife, hiker, camper, outdoorsman (when it's warm!), Alaskan, creator, TV watcher, crocheter, PEO Sister, design team member, and reader. I find that I'm getting more and more neurotic, and slightly more sarcastic every year.
" ...but the biggest mistake I made is the one that most of us make while doing this. I did not live in the moment enough. This is particularly clear now that the moment is gone, captured only in photographs. There is one picture of the three on them sitting in the grass on a quilt in the shadow of the swing set on a summer day, ages 6, 4, and 1. And I wish I could remember what we ate, and what we talked about, and how they sounded, and how they looked when they slept that night. I wish I had not been in a hurry to get on to the next things: dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured the doing a little more and the getting it done a little less." -Anna Quindlen