Ok, before many of you barf, let me explain. I make books for a living. And one of the reasons I make books is I like to keep tidbits from life that make sense only to me, and I want other people to have books that last a lifetime to do the same. A collection of moments. I love that thought. It would be poetic to tell you all that I have volumes of the leather bound books I produce and that they chronicle my life, but it would also be a big hairy lie. I do not make the time. I am hoping that I will. Because when I do make time, I love to tell myself my story again and every time I look at a finished page I sigh.
So, hey, if these are scraps from life and people call them scrapbooks....ok. They make me smile every time I turn the page.