Scrapper's Block

I want to scrapbook tonight. Problem is, I don't really have any pictures that call out to me.

In many ways, this blog is my scrapbook. I journal, share pictures, and generally keep an ongoing memoir. My personal scrapping style has always been very "documentary". Now that so many scrappers are into basically taking one picture and embellishing the heck out of it, I kind of feel like I've been left behind. I'm all about the telling of the story. I want my layouts to stand for themselves. Life is about memories and experiences, and I want to capture it all.

But my subjects are limited. My husband won't let me take pictures of him. Period. If he sees me with my camera out, he immediately turns his head or shoves a hand in front of his face. That's why when you see pictures of him on this blog, they're almost always taken from the back. (If he sees his picture on Piper's blog, I'm going to blame it on her. She distracted him, after all.)

I don't have children, and, to be honest, I don't feel like there's a huge gaping hole in my life for it. For whatever reason, my body decided it just didn't want to do that, and that's fine. But that also means that I don't have little ones to pose. I have my niece, Emily, and I've enjoyed the layouts I've done of her, but I'm so rarely with her. SisKris is great at keeping this auntie supplied with pics, but it's just not the same if I wasn't there when they were taken.

I do have a dog and a cat. I also have a late dog and a late cat. Creating comprehensive posthumous scrapbooks is a little too depressing, and scrapping the current pets feels like I'm doing the past ones a disservice somehow because they didn't get the same full treatment. And, honestly -- how many layouts can one do of one's pets, no matter how photogenic they might be?

So that leaves me. I started an ABC Scrapbook of Me a few years ago and got as far as "M for Movies". I will finish it at some point, but working on it makes me feel self-centred somehow. And pathetic, in some bizarre way. And then there's the question that creeps into the back of mind: In sixty years, will anyone care that I was in love with Diet Pepsi?

I think I need to do some travelling again. That always recharges my batteries and fills up my photo folders. Hey! Maybe I need to win the lottery so that I'll have some interesting things to scrapbook. Because becoming an infertility clinic's science experiment in order to get some kids so I can scrapbook them is a bit extreme. I'm all about accumulating scrapbook supplies, but that might be taking it a tad far.

Even for me. *grin*