Once upon a time there was a woman who signed up to do a scrapbook workshop. A few cutesie stickers (archival of course) and die cuts later she was hooked. She bought fancy scissors, stickers, die cuts, and fancy archival pens. Oh my Lord, the possibilities! She made one cool scrapbook documenting her Key West honeymoon with her hubby. And that was it. Let’s see, that was 10 years ago. Now her scrapbook supplies are collecting dust. The cult of scrap just didn’t take.
But then the woman got a digital camera. And then she had two babies. And then she started taking about 9 million pictures a year.
And then she started digital scrapbooking. No paper! No mess! No more stuff collecting dust!
Well, she still only scrapbooks occasionally.
Like maybe three times a year.
I found a great site via the BlogJolt group I belong to called Real Women Scrap. At first I thought, oh yes it’s yet another annoyingly perky scrapbooking site that will serve only to remind me of what a slacker I am for not documenting every day of my girls’ lives.
But I soon discovered that this blog is not just another pretty scrapbook site.
A recent post caught my eye about making time for a personal retreat. I just booked a night away for my husband, just a little over an hour’s drive in the boonies, so he can concentrate and work on some much needed strategic business planning away from the office, the house, the girls, and the dogs. And the place he is staying at has WiFi. Bonus!
I especially like this comment from Tasra’s post…Don’t get lost in the shuffle of life or let your energy be starved from lack of inspiration. Take time to nurture yourself today.
Hmmm, I think I could use a personal spa retreat.
I also liked this post about learning what to let go in life. So, I think you’ll find Tasra has something for everyone, whether you do that scrapbooking thing or not.
Speaking of scrapbooking, do you do it? And if you tell me that you’ve created albums for every family vacation for the past dozen years, as well as albums for all of your siblings, nieces, nephews, and the family dog, I will hunt you down and beat you with my paper trimmer.