Occasion | S. Katie Hill
At one point in my life, I couldn't understand why any one person would need to dedicate an entire room to scrapbooking. That stage ended when I filled my second Tupperware of scissors, punches, stamps, and adhesives. To scrapbook well, it is necessary to have 10,000 different pieces of patterned paper all with coordinating embellishements, but I didn't realize this until scrapbooking became my obsession.
A few weeks before I moved, I dedicated every spare moment to preserving moments. I compiled photographs of my closest friends and made each one a personalized page. In some instances, I found myself spending more time on the pages than I actually did with the people. Yet, as each page came together I realized the bond I had created with my friends may have been loosened, but similar to Zig 2-Way Glue, the "stickiness" would never disappear. I especially felt this way when I started scrapping for Holly.
I've known Holly since we were little girls in Primary together. We've grown up together-- three houses away. I didn't realize the impact that my moving away would have on our relationship, I'd never even thought about it until I started my journaling about our friendship. Together we've invented silly games, stayed up all night giggling, cried over crushes, and healed broken hearts. Not having her right up the street would be one of the hardest adjustments for my college life.
As I completed her page, I looked closely at my journaling; the introduction was strong, the supporting paragraphs were heartfelt, yet there was no conclusion. Despite my better judgment about writing, I left the journal as is. Like our relationship, it is still in the middle. I know that the story of our friendship will only progress, I'll eventually make more pages of us and our lives to add to this page. Yet, I hope that like this one, there is never a conclusion.
The process of cutting paper, cropping photos, and writing emotional blurbs of life is a part of me. I can't explain why I'm a scrapper, I only know that I am. Scrapbookers are born to preserve memories; they are writers, lovers, dreamers, and historians all tied into one. Preserving memories through the carefully planned organization of photographs, mementos, and journal entries, we discover ourselves and our friends. Scrapbooking, like life, is a journey-- we don't always know where we are going, and even if we do, we most often don't end up where we planned.
A few weeks before I moved, I dedicated every spare moment to preserving moments. I compiled photographs of my closest friends and made each one a personalized page. In some instances, I found myself spending more time on the pages than I actually did with the people. Yet, as each page came together I realized the bond I had created with my friends may have been loosened, but similar to Zig 2-Way Glue, the "stickiness" would never disappear. I especially felt this way when I started scrapping for Holly.
I've known Holly since we were little girls in Primary together. We've grown up together-- three houses away. I didn't realize the impact that my moving away would have on our relationship, I'd never even thought about it until I started my journaling about our friendship. Together we've invented silly games, stayed up all night giggling, cried over crushes, and healed broken hearts. Not having her right up the street would be one of the hardest adjustments for my college life.
As I completed her page, I looked closely at my journaling; the introduction was strong, the supporting paragraphs were heartfelt, yet there was no conclusion. Despite my better judgment about writing, I left the journal as is. Like our relationship, it is still in the middle. I know that the story of our friendship will only progress, I'll eventually make more pages of us and our lives to add to this page. Yet, I hope that like this one, there is never a conclusion.
The process of cutting paper, cropping photos, and writing emotional blurbs of life is a part of me. I can't explain why I'm a scrapper, I only know that I am. Scrapbookers are born to preserve memories; they are writers, lovers, dreamers, and historians all tied into one. Preserving memories through the carefully planned organization of photographs, mementos, and journal entries, we discover ourselves and our friends. Scrapbooking, like life, is a journey-- we don't always know where we are going, and even if we do, we most often don't end up where we planned.
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