Hello. My name is Seona, and I’m a scrapbooking orphan.
It’s been a few years since Mum started scrapping. I suppose it started innocently enough: she came back from an overseas trip and decided she wanted a way to capture the photos and memorabilia (the flat ones, anyway) in an attractive and easy-to-view package. So she got some cardstock and glue, and for a couple of weeks the dining table was covered with paper and photos and the floor below it was covered with scraps and offcuts.
I’ll admit that the results were pretty impressive, especially since Mum’s always maintained that she’s not a creative person. But it turned out to be only the beginning. It’s true that a strong obsessive streak runs in our family, but this one was slowly taking over the house!
The years have only seen this obsession grow. I’ve watched with mounting trepidation as she scrapped her way through my life (I much prefer my baby photos to anything taken from about age 15 onwards). I’ve watched as paraphernalia and magazines slowly took over the study, a process which greatly accelerated once I moved out! I’ve watched as she moved into the world of hybrid and then (mostly) digital scrapping, and helped now and then with the technology-related queries. And lately I’ve watched as she took it to new levels by blogging about it.
I must confess to having fed the addiction from time to time, though. Mum’s never been an easy person to buy presents for, so once I found out that gifts of embellishments and papers and paper-working tools would be happily received, it opened up a whole new avenue for gift giving! Who could resist that?
From my point of view, it’s been an interesting learning exercise for both of us: Mum learned that she’s a lot more artistic and creative than she’d always thought, and I’ve learned a whole lot of new jargon and just how many photos of me are in existence.
Hmm… not so sure about that last one being a good thing….