There are People Out There

. . . who have never, ever, in their entire life, lived or at out of a cooler.  There are people out there who probably have never owned or even borrowed a cooler.

This almost seemed like an alarming revelation today, to me.  At the very least, it’s unimagineable- I can’t imagine that life.

Our kitchen refrigerator finally bit the dust.  We knew it was coming. But, I’m sure that the realization that it had finally quit on us could have been better timed for Cody- at 10:30 at night he got the job of moving everything into the refrigerator in the garage.  Perhaps it was intuition and not pure laziness that made me not want to do the whole Thanksgiving meal thing at the house- we’d already made plans to go out to eat.  Thankfully, we have a home warranty so it shouldn’t be too bad to repair (which is a good thing because the garage refrigerator that didn’t fit at Mom and Dad’s house doesn’t fit in our kitchen either- and there’s no light in our garage ’cause it’s still not fixed.)

So, Cody calls today to set up the repair.  He explained that we had everything in the refrigerator in the garage, so food was not spoiling.  She said she would still flag it as an emergency hoping we could have a repair tech at the house today (which didn’t happen- but we’re cool.)

You know, we’re fortunate. . . we’re not living out of our coolers.  We’ve done that many times. I’m sure that those of you reading this blog have likely done it before too.  We’ve camped, we hunt, you take a cooler.  We bought this refrigerator a year before Hurricane Rita- we’d been without power for an unknown reason for a week and when we got power back the refrigerator went out- so everything went back into the coolers.  Of course for the hurricanes we used our coolers too.

But just think, there are people, even here in the US, who have never had those experiences or the need for a cooler.  As I thought about Cody’s call and how she wanted to mark something that was not that big of a deal as an emergency, I began to think about those who don’t have the same experiences as me. Can you imagine- no coolers, never experiencing that fun?

Scrapbook Because. . . .

Scrapbook because:

- You want to create.

- You want to share your story.

- You like the products.

- You like documenting.

- You like hanging out with other scrapbookers.

- You enjoy it.

Don’t let your love of scrapbooking get tainted by constraining it beyond the simple pleasure you take in it.  Hold fast to the reasons you scrapbook and don’t let those reasons get twisted.

There’s no should’s, ought to’s, or musts in scrapbooking.  Scrapbooking is a hobby not a necessity like food or shelter.  So, it should be fun and something you do for the right reasons and with the right attitude.

There are too many unwritten (and sometimes written) rules in scrapbooking that detract from our hobby.  You need to break free from these rules.  Freedom in scrapbooking will given you much greater pleasure and will help you sustain your hobby.

I bet there’s at least one trap you sometimes fall in.  What is it?  Is it the need for a page to be perfect?  Is it the need for keeping things in chronological order?  For sharing this story before that story? for being caught up? or seeking to be caught up?  The need to be original?  the need to use new techniques or supplies? the need for something to be on par or better than someone’s else’s page?  Listen to yourself, you’ll find them. 

Are those really needs?  Of course not.  But our minds tend to play tricks on us.  The should’s, ought to’s, and musts- the traps we fall into- they lead us astray.  Research shows these are blocks to getting anything done- they lead to procrastination or worse- not doing things at all. And, they’re not conducive to play. 

Now let go of those constraints.  Scrapbooking doesn’t need any rules. . . . scrapbook because it’s fun, you enjoy it, you want to create, and you want to tell a story. 

Share with us why you scrapbook and what traps slow you down or detract from your hobby.

My Scrapbook Perspective and Style

I took a hiatus from scrapbooking in recent years.  In that time, I focused quite a bit on photography.  One of the books I read in that time was David DuChemin’s Within The Frame- a book very much about capturing your vision through your photography.  As 2010 rolled around, I was itching to start scrapbooking again.  I found that what I’d learned in photography also influenced my scrapbooking.  Between the scrapbooking break, reading Within the Frame, and sharing my scrapbooking thoughts in several classes to take, I was in the perfect storm to think about my scrapbooking and what I wanted it to now be.

David DuChemin refers to it as your vision and I think in the past year it’s really begun to solidify for me- at least in terms of scrapbooking.  I spent a lot of time thinking about it earlier this year. . . in part because of David’s book Within the Frame.  While he’s technically talking about photography, it certainly applies to scrapbooking as well.

Is my perspective uncommon?  I doubt it- at least in the concept of what I do.  Is it unique?  certainly not.  I think those words can get us hung up, thinking we have to be unique, uncommon, or different.   In fact, I think another thing that I benefited from in terms of time away from scrapbooking is the apparent shift to the everyday perspective in scrapbooking over that time I had the break.  In the years before I quit and even after I really quit scrapbooking, Ali Edwards and Cathy Z had quite an influence on the way I thought about scrapbooking.

 My Vision, My Perspective

Simply put, my vision in scrapbooking is my ordingary everyday life.  Here’s a few things you’ll find about my vision when scrapbooking:

Common, Everyday stuff and moments

I really am drawn more to the every day things than special events.

I don’t do “Birthday” layouts or Trip layouts- though I scrapbook pics from those types of things- but it’s the moments and the stories. Like this moment from a trip we took to Kansas City- where my husband set of the alarm on this artwork.

My favorite layouts are ones that really capture something that happens nearly every day. 

My layouts also often reflect history- then and now kinds of things.

Story Driven

Everything I do is driven by the story I want to tell.  I’m going to use my pictures and my words to tell that story.  I don’t think you’ll see me create any more layouts without journaling- there’s a story to tell that goes along with the pics.  There’s a why to go along with the rest of those w’s.

My side of the story

This is something that I really feel is important. . . I can’t tell my nephew’s story.   I can’t tell my husband’s story.  I can only tell my story and how their lives played out in my eyes.  It’s my story I’m telling. . . even if it’s about my nephew at the zoo or my husband on the treadmill. . . . Don’t get me wrong it’s easy to get that mixed up and scrapbook a page about what my nephew did. . . but that’s not what I want. . . . it’s not authentic to me. . . . THIS Story is what makes my vision unique- because only I can have my story to tell. . . so while what I do is not particularly unique, the story I tell, of course, is.

I.e. I can’t say how my brother felt in this story other than what he told me, but I can sure tell what I saw and felt LOL!

My Voice, My Style

Now my pages as David would say are my voice- just like my photographs.  And they’re used to share my vision.  It’s also where I think the ways we refer to style tend to come into play.  For example:

My pages tend to be simple, linear, and more graphic

Mostly paper, pictures, and journaling

Embellishments help to share the vision of the page

So you’re not going to find flowers on every page- perhaps if the layouts about spring or flowers yes. . . . but not one about bedtime routines or the deer lease.  I don’t want my embellishments to cause a disconnect from the story.  Most often the embellishments are either some type of anchor, something to draw the eye across the page, or something I can add info like a date or place to.

Supplies Support the Story

I try to choose paper and embellishments etc that help tell the story- i.e. if it’s about downtown I might use grungy stuff.  I try to take my color cues from the pics and the story. . . the vision for the layout.  Or in this case, the story of a crime story made great use for case files.

 

 

Weird Things I Wonder: Deer Season Edition, Part 3

Trailer Lights

“We”, aka Cody and a bunch of guys- not me, moved the trailer we have from one side of camp to the other.  Mind you, it’s tires were rotted out and we weren’t about to replace them.   The “road” between the two is quite rough. . . thus the quotes referring the rutted dirt path as “road”.  I never gave much thought to light in the trailer once we had the electrical hooked up and we figured out the switch that now sits at the foot of one of the beds needed to be on for most of the lights to work.  Until one day this spring, when one of the light bulbs went out. 

How in the world did our light bulbs make it across the lease in what can only be described as a rough trip?  How do trailer lights on the road not go out more often? 

Yet, our lights at the house go out all the time.  Why?  They take far less abuse that our lights in our trailer did or the ones out on the road.  If I didn’t know the lights in our trailer were just regular lights, I’d ask what they make trailer lights out of because that’s what I want at home.

Weird Things I Wonder: Deer Season Edition, Part 2

Buck or Bull

Here’s another weird thing I wonder:  Why is a male whitetail referred to as a buck but a male elk is a bull?  A female whitetail a doe but a female elk a cow?  I’ve stopped to think about this on a number of occasions including the other morning when we had Sunday hunting shows on. 

Cody and even had a conversation about it- he added- why is a baby whitetail referred to as a fawn and a baby elk a calf?  Yes, I guess you could say we wasted minutes of our life talking about this stupid difference.

I mean, come on, their all variations of deer- and you find the variation in terms in more than just whitetail and elk- but for the sake of keeping this simple, I’m just using those examples.  Really, what’s the difference?  It’s not we ranch elk. . . at least not anymore than folks raise a herd of whitetail. . . (and don’t get me started on all that. . .).  So why do elk get the cattle terms and whitetail different ones?

I can only think it’s done to confuse hunting widows and kids- to make this just one more thing about hunting to learn or to get confused with.  Perhaps the men who feel there should be separate terms only feel that way because they think it’s funny to hear their wives refer to a bull elk as a buck.  Seriously?  Is it that funny?  Is there one good reason for this?

Birth Announcements

Amongst our travels, work, football games, deer lease prep, and just otherwise crazy times in the past month, we got to meet our new “neice” and “nephew”.  Born just 1 week apart. 

Meet Amy Lynn ‘s Sister:

And then Amy and Callie’s new cousin:

(Funny side note, both brothers said the exact same thing when they called after getting their announcements. . . . “We got a package and we thought you might have something to do with it.” . . . . exactly a week apart.  Strange deja vue)

Weird Things I Wonder: Deer Season Edition, Part 1

Sometimes I spend too much time pondering weird things.  Cody’s learned to put up with it and not to try to figure out what prompted the weird thought.  (And usually, I can’t always tell you where the thought even came from.)

Of Arms, Legs, Hips, and Shoulders

Yesterday, knee deep in deer processing (a doe for those of you interested in Cody’s Hunting), it was pretty obvious to see where my weird thoughts came from.  Cody was about to start working on the front shoulder. . . I was cubing meat.  (Not my favorite task but it makes things go so much smoother and faster)

That’s when it hit me. . . why on earth do folks call it the front shoulder? 

Can I call the part that comes off the shoulder an arm?  After all, that’s what we call the limbs that extend from our shoulders.

 It wasn’t the arm that Cody was working on. . . but a leg. . . Leg’s don’t have shoulders.  So, why do we call it a shoulder? 

And why a front shoulder? Don’t give me the arguement that it’s where an shoulder would be if the deer could stand on it’s hind legs either- Hello, it’s the front shoulder. . . . meaning there’s a back shoulder. . . do what?

Told ya- weird.  but, it’s the folks who call it a shoulder that I think are weird.