By day, I am a mild-mannered project manager wading through schedules and reports. By night I am a crafter, a scrapbooker, a stamper, a poet. At all times, I am a mother, a wife, a daughter, a sister and an aunt.
My first son was stillborn in July 2015. My second son arrived kicking and screaming in April 2017. I talk about both my boys, though I understand that the death of a baby makes many people uncomfortable.
I have a slightly manic way of speaking when I’m passionate about the topic, and rarely match the tops of my pjs to the bottom. I sing – badly, but with gusto. I love the rain. I play the flute.
I travel. I can feel history in the stones of buildings. I cook without following the recipe. I text message almost as fast as I type. I have a fondness for passionfruit margaritas.
The Longer Version (aka, why I Scrapbook)
I was fortunate to be born into a family of very talented women. My mother makes the most amazing quilts. My aunt is a folk painter, producing some unspeakably beautiful pieces. My youngest aunt is an artist and sculptor. My grandmother is a seamstress and magician with a sewing machine.
I inherited none of those skills! (Though I have managed to make a single quilt that turned out quite well). I can, however, write. It was my love of the written word that first peaked my interest in scrapbooking. A way to link photos and words with beautiful papers and inks? Yes please!
I scrapbook in a few different mediums, sizes and shapes. I use Adobe Photoshop Elements for digital scrapbooking – and my digital layouts tend to be quite text-heavy. I enjoy the crafty elements of paper scrapbooking. I make 12×12, 8×8 and 8.5×11 pages, with a few others sizes in between.
Scrapbooking creates a wonderful balance in my life between the dry mechanics of my day job and the more creative urges I have. As a memory keeper, it gives me the story of my life – a written and pictorial history – to look back on. As a crafter of words, it allows me to tell a story in a new medium. As a mother, it is an invaluable way to record the fleeting moments of my growing son.