My Very First Scrapbook
My very first scrapbook was a gift from my mother on my 13th birthday. At that point, I knew nothing about scrapbooking and the whole idea seemed a little daunting. I had no idea where to start. Not to mention the fact that I didn't really have any photos of my own. I've always been a bit of a linear thinker, so I finally decided that the theme of my scrapbook would be a chronological display of my life thus far.
I raided the filing cabinet where old baby/school photos were kept and began my creative journey. For the first few pages, I just scraped together whatever pictures I could find and haphazardly pasted them in. I didn't really understand the need for borders at the time and mostly just collaged my pictures together like a bulletin board.
Somehow, though, halfway through the book, I began to realize I didn't have to smash as many pictures as possible onto one page. I adopted a sense of symmetry and color, making the last half of the book more aesthetically pleasing. To this day, I ward off the temptation to go back and fix my scrapbook and let it be a reminder of how practice makes perfect (a very subjective "perfect.")
The Cover - a little worn and dirty
No cohesion to this "page", but at least I was encouraging myself!
Pictures I stole from the filing cabinet. Apparently, I didn't understand backgrounds/borders yet.
This page was a little better as I got more creative with use of ribbon and labels.
I went through the teenage lazy phase and began printing my digital photos on printer paper instead of paying pennies per print at the Bi-Mart . . .
Then one day, it clicked! Less is more. Still no borders to separate from the chaotic background, but I was having fun with my zig-zag scissors!