Yesterday, I spent my entire day at a nearby scrapbooking store to celebrate National Scrapbooking Day. (I know...I know...) I don't get much time or opportunity to scrap since I had two boys, so I like to take advantage of opportunities when they arise. I have made a couple of observations.
1- I am usually one of the thinnest people at the event. (I wasn't yesterday; that honor goes to the twelve-year-old.) I'm also usually one of the thinnest people at JoAnn's whenever I am there. I'm not a runway-size-0-soaking-wet-model. But, my ass does fit into a chair completely. Are these women fat because they craft, or do they craft because they are fat?
2-The vast majority of these ladies take upwards of four (yes, FOUR) hours to finish a page. Holy cow! I don't have that kind of time. In the ten hours I was there, I finished 30 pages, and took breaks for lunch, dinner, snacks, to get rid of my massive headache, and to tuck my kids in at bedtime. The other three ladies at my table: one finished 3 single pages, and two finished 2 double pages. Yes, all of their work leaves mine in the dust. I would much rather spend my time creating memories than chronicling them.
3- The day I begin scrapbooking about scrapbooking is the day to shoot me. That's when I've crossed over into Crazy Scrapbook Lady Land. Seriously. At least 10 brought cameras and took "action" shots. Action meaning "look at these piles of crap on everyone's table and see all the people with their heads down working." And the piles of materials. Mounds and mounds of stuff. The lady behind me had a Rolodex filled with design layout templates. A freakin' Rolodex.
It's an odd hobby, I know. But, it has, strangely enough, curbed my pack rat tendencies. No longer do I have boxes of stuff for the sake of having boxes of stuff. Now, I have boxes of stuff to scrapbook.
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