About 8 years ago, I got carried away writing New Year’s resolutions, and I made a list of 35 things I wanted to accomplish in 12 months. In the years since, I have felt compelled to hold up the standard of the 30+ list, and as a result, continue adding the same line items year after year after year. Because really, how can a normal human possibly complete 35 tasks in just 365 days? Shut up.
One of the to dos that has made its way onto my list for the last oh I don’t know 150 years, is to get caught up on my scrapbooks.
Yeah, remember when I told you I scrapbooked? I do. I’m THAT girl. The one who blogged about buying cat and scrapbooking supplies at Target. I like gluesticks and zig-zaggy scissors and being able to pull out archives of my history whenever I’m in the middle of a story or need to check and see how much chubbier my thighs have gotten in the past 5 years.
And because I now have photos from Paris, London, Barcelona, Munich, Berlin, Dublin, Bruges, Oxford, Rome, Beaune and California that ALL need homes, I’ve been spending my evenings trying to make some craft magic happen instead of writing on this blog. Or reading your blogs. I feel guilty about it, but I’m tired of seeing that line item on my New Year’s list.
So I may continue avoiding the keyboard and using my new fine-tipped black pen to write scrolly-rolly nonsense next to pictures from my past. Just me and my scrapbooks. And my wine. And the cats.