Scrap the Outtakes


Please tell me I am not the only one. Yesterday I had grand plans of the perfect Mother’s Day photo. I pictured me looking fabulous, the kids as adorable as ever, all huddled around me just happy to be together. And while we were reveling in our happiness my husband would know just when to press the shutter and I would end up with the perfect photo of me and the kids. Please tell me I am not the only one who thinks this is an actual possibility.

Sadly, as I downloaded my photos my dreams were shattered. Where there should be smiling faces and love oozing out of everything, I have closed eyes, tears, and even a bit (okay, a lot) of snot oozing out of noses. I have kids being silly, six people with six different ideas of what we should be doing, and eyes that are apparently frightened of looking anywhere near the camera. These definitely won’t be going on a canvas anytime soon.

But you know what, I may not have perfection but I have reality. The outtakes, the not-so-perfect-but-oh-so-real photos are some of the truest to life photos we take. I mean really, are your kids always perfectly clean, perfectly happy, loving every moment of getting their picture taken? If they are, please tell me where you picked yours up and I’ll put mine up on Ebay and try some new ones. These photos, the imperfections and all, tell the story of the realness in our lives. Not every moment, nor every photo, is about a portrait-perfect time in our life. Instead, they are the real moments. They show the real personalities and the real chaos of life. And while I love those perfect photos, I secretly almost love outtakes just as much.


Here are a few pages I have scrapped over the years that capture the “not so perfect” photos and moments. I LOVE having them! And you can better believe I will be scrapping yesterday’s shenanigans!





And here are some pages I found in the galleries (all images are linked)







So, come on, scrap the outtakes. Scrap those moments that didn’t turn out like you had hoped but are true to life nonetheless. They, maybe even more than the “perfect” photos, are who we really are.