I know we all have different reasons for scrapbooking. Some of us do it for the artistic outlet. Some of us do it for the community and friendship aspect. Many of us do it for the memory keeping. I suspect, for most scrapbookers, the reasons are mixed.
That is definitely the case for me. When I started scrapping, it was something to do. I wanted to be creative and scrapbooking was a natural fit with my love of photos and a slight obsession with my kids. As I got involved in the community, scrapbooking was — for years — about the friendships I formed and the community of other women who loved this hobby. But through it all (eleven years and counting!), scrapbooking has mostly been about me sharing the stories of our lives. Recording the little moments throughout my kids’ childhoods has been such a special part of the last eleven years. While many of my pages are cute little things my kids have said or done, I am also trying to be more intentional about telling my story and telling my kids more about the person they call “mom.” I want them to know who I was, what I did, what I believed, and why they were so important to me. At some point, whether soon or many years down the road, I won’t be around to tell the stories. And so I choose to tell them now.
I have actually been sharing some of these stories on my personal blog. Others, though, are told through my scrapbook albums. Many are serious, some are not. It doesn’t matter to me. They are my stories and they are meant to be told.
When I saw Little Butterfly Wings’ kit, Together We So Rock in the February Digi Files, I knew right away what I wanted to do with it. Seeing the mixed tape on one of the journaling cards made be excited to tell a silly and simple story about something my kids have no concept or recollection of:
THE MIXED TAPE
(kit is Together We So Rock by Little Butterfly Wings, alpha by CD Muckosky, tape by Digilicious Designs)
Here’s the Journaling:
Okay, kids…a history lesson for you. Someday you may hear this term or even come across one of these contraptions as you rummage through mom and dad’s stuff. This is called a mixed tape. Actually, it’s a cassette tape, and this is how we listened to music when we were kids. there were no iPods, no internet, no music to download out of the sky. We listened to the radio or we listened to a tape (just for history’s sake, cassette tapes were at the height of their popularity in the 1980’s, right when mom and dad were kids.) We could put them in a tape player (either a big thing called a boom box or an individual players with earphones called a walkman.) You could buy tapes for a specific artist and the whole album would be on it. Or, you could do the ultimate: make a mixed tape. A mixed tape is just as it sounds — a tape full of songs from various albums mixed together. These tapes could be a certain theme or just your favorite songs. You could borrow tapes from friends and using a dual cassette recorder, copy songs to your tape. Or, you could record songs off the radio (Like I did when i wanted to be cool and spent five hours before school one morning listening to and trying to memorize the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air theme song.) Mixed tapes are something we made for ourselves, for our friends, and for the utmost sign of love, for our boyfriends and girlfriends. Getting a mixed tape from the opposite sex was cause for pittering hearts, hours of listening and relistening, and endless phone calls with your girlfriends trying to decipher the deeper meaning of the songs chosen. I made my last mixed tape in June of 1998, just days before I met your dad. But don’t worry, just because I never made him a mixed tape doesn’t mean i don’t love him.
As you work on your pages, think about the stories you are telling and the ones you want to tell. Some of them may be serious in nature (for instance, I did a page on the miscarriages I had before my children were born), or they may be just factual or fun. Sometimes I sit down to write a specific story that is important to me. At other times, like in this instance, my digi stash was the inspiration. Either way, it’s one more story for the albums!