A scrapbooker, aka scrapper I am not. When scrapbooking first came out in the craft stores, I paid little mind. Then when craft stores expanded their single aisle devoted to scrapping to several, I still paid no mind. When entire stores devoted to scrapbooking started popping up, I thought to myself "that won’t last".
Well, you proved me dead wrong all you scrappers out there. Apparently there are armies of you, lined up elbow to elbow at organized "crops". Cruising the caribbean all the while scrappin’!
My scrapping friends are horrified by the boxes of unorganized photos shoved in the closet. The Creative Memories consultant was dumbfounded at my complete lack of interest and absence of checkbook when I attended my girlfriends CM party as a show of support for her and her free food.
My best friend master scrapper Tammy doesn’t hold it against me, she stills loves me in spite of my lack of enthusiasm for the art of scrappin’.
She bestowed on me for my recent birthday the most tremendous and generous gift, a family scrapbook of my own! She toiled through my disorganized pictures, she sorted, she cropped and she embellished. And I am forever grateful because she created for me the most FABULOUS album EVER!
First she sent off the album to be embossed.
Here are a few pages.
These are just a few of the wonderful pages she did about my girls.
These pages are about my sewing studio! WOW!
My garden, isn’t the mosaic so cool!
Who needs to be a scrapper with friends like Tammy!