Scrapbooking

“I can still picture myself at my tiny college dorm desk, trimming photos, matching colors, and writing captions like they were little treasures. Before long, I was knee-deep in paper scraps and completely hooked. That first scrapbook became our very first family heirloom, long before I ever knew what my life in photography would look like.”

“I started scrapbooking secretly, calling it “my project” and hiding it under a huge stack of paper on the coffee table whenever he walked in. At first… it was just for him. But then… it became for me too. With every page, I realized how healing, joyful, and powerful scrapbooking really is. I wasn’t just playing with paper. I was giving our memories a home. More importantly, I was telling our story! I was finally taking time to celebrate the little moments that make life beautiful.”

“I stayed interested for years but mostly just stuck pictures (I spent hours doing this) into magnetic albums. Then in 1996 I got re-interested & learned basic scrapbooking by hanging out with friends & going to mini crops at the time at our old church. [...] And, I was hooked & just loved the therapeutic aspect of this.”