I got a question about when I started scrapbooking, and I had to think about it for a little bit, because in the end the answer comes down to how you define scrapbooking. If someone would have asked me this question eight years ago, when I had just discovered Scrapbooking as a concept here in Sweden, I would have said: “Oh, I just started!” and then explained how that happened. But answering the same question today, I’d say: “In one way or another, I have done it all my life”.
Here are a few examples:
I was the master at hoarding memorabilia and ephemera when I was growing up. Keepsakes was something I felt very warmly towards and kept filling little hat boxes and empty chocolate boxes with: stuff.
As soon as I knew how to write I started keeping a Diary. It was always one of those little square ones with a horse or a kitten or a puppy on the front, the ones with a fake lock. Well, I didn’t know the locks were fake of course, I thought for sure that the locks were very functional and important. I doodled illustrations about my life in it and wrote down not-so-important details about things I did that day (a little bit like a status update on Facebook nowdays). Usually I named my diaries according to whatever creature was on the front cover,
Saving up my money for a long time, I got a to buy my own camera very early (I think my parents helped out but in my mind when I was a kid I had payed for it myself), and immediately started documenting every mundane thing around me (important things in a kid’s life, mind you, like photographing my collection of My Little Ponies and every individual Guppy fish in my aquarium). I cannot even tell you how many blurry photos I have of little sparrows and swans and squirrels.
I constantly cut out and collected images from magazines and newspapers of things I liked and categorized them, glued them on to paper and kept them in a binder (showing off very typical trends in my little life, like horses and cats and flowers and butterflies).
Notebooks, paper, scissors and glue were my life staples. Writing stories was more exciting than a trip to a toy shop. Crafting was more exciting than cake. So, all my life, I have accumulated vast piles of pens, erasers, notebooks, art supplies and crafting materials. Not to forget hoarding stickers and cute stationery (hoarding stickers…. Huh… I still do that).
I remember very early on how I glued photos into a little notebook, wrote a funny little note under them and then covered the edges of the photo with cheap glitter glue. I also remember piling all my photos of birds and horses and my family and classmates into regular photo albums and writing humorous comments in the margin.
So, in a way, yeah, I’ve been a scrapbooker and memory keeper since as long as I can remember. And I feel very lucky that way. And in one way or another I will definitely keep being a memory keeper and someone who documents my life, in one way or another. Because there are plenty of ways to do it.
But right now I really prefer the-pretty-paper way of doing it.
When did you start scrapbooking? Let me know in the comments!
/Jennie, a.k.a. jenandtricks