Midnight Musings...

Well, technically 2:30am musings, but somewhere out there it is around midnight...


I was sewing on some photo mats, and I was thinking about Reality Television. (No, there is no connection, I was just wandering in my thoughts - it is very late (or very early...) after all) and how I will often scoff at these "reality" shows. However, why is it when I see a few minutes of one, I find myself watching the rest of the episode?


I was recently in Chicago, my twin boys were napping (bless their toddler hearts) and my husband and I were relaxing in our hotel room, ready to tackle another museum when the kiddos woke up. I stumbled on "America's Next Top Model" and for some reason, I couldn't not watch. Was it the challenges? The feedback Tyra gave to each one? The drama of who was going to leave? Maybe I imagined if I had to be in a photo shoot with an elephant, how would I pose? Luckily for me, the program was part of a "Marathon" so I watched several episodes in a row. However, the boys woke up when there were only three girls left, and I am left to wonder - who won?


So back to sewing my photomats....


I was thinking of my ideal reality show: "America's Next Top Scrapper."

How fun would that be? Challenges, scrapping under pressure, and creating the perfect pages to be judged each episode. Who would the judges be? What kind of cool locations would the scrappers have to scrap in? Maybe I need to write the DIY Network and pitch my idea...

The Sisterhood of Scrapbooking...

Deliberating on what my very first ever blog entry should be, I was overwhelmed with what to write. Should I describe my obsession with all things scrappy? My latest purchase of Halloween paper? Perhaps I should contemplate the pros and cons of computer journaling versus handwriting? Or maybe I should delve into the curious world of acidity and lignen levels of archival materials (do twigs from trees have acid or lignens? I need to know before I make more broom embellishments for Halloween...) And then it hit me, as I realized it is now almost 1:30 am and I am still awake. I owed this second wind of creativity to the very venti Carmel Mocha I had this evening at the bookstore. And the nice gal who created this caffeine concoction? None other than a sister scrapper!

In addition to my coffee drink, I was also purchasing a scrapbook magazine (and several children's books for my twin toddlers who were dragging my husband around the cafe, yelling "Moon! Moon!" I still don't know why they were fixated on "moon"...) and the cafe worker got a shy smile, and asked me, "Do you scrapbook?"

"Yes!" I replied, "I love scrapbooking! I am infatuated with scrapbooking! It is kind of an obsession, actually," I finished, hoping she didn't change her mind about giving me my caffeine loaded beverage.

"Me, too!" she laughed, and while she steamed milk and whipped cream, we talked papers, crops, best place to get adhesive, and what kind of "transportation" used to carry all our goods around. Within minutes, I made a new scrapping friend who I hoped I would see at the next local crop.

Scrapbookers are some of the nicest people I have met. When I have gone to crops, perfect strangers offer me glue, look in their stash of supplies for paper that might coordinate with my photomats, admire my handiwork, and before I know it, we are flipping through each other's albums, oohing and ahhing at pictures of people we have never met, and maybe never will. Such is the bond of scrapbookers...