confession

i think i want to be a scrapbooker!
i've always liked cutting things up and, of course, stickers.

what i don't understand is when scrapbooking became a retail category in it's own. there's nothing scrappy about that! when i purchased the corner punches for our invitations, i went into "archiver's" for the first time. totally overwhelming. riduclously, unforgivingly, expensive. they had beautiful sheets of paper wrapped in shiny celophane envelopes, tons of themed stickers, and even fake passport stamps. for my scrapbook, i am inspired to use the actual scraps of my life. not purchase the scraps and make more scraps. silly! andrew bird tickets stubs, post-it love notes, our first piece of mail addressed to the "kajander family," how could i simply recycle those things?

i have this box of hundreds of tiny origami paper squares, in the most beautiful colors and patterns imaginable. i brougt them to a women's retreat last year, and my friends cut them up as part of an art project. i used them for making the advent calendar last christmas, which was my last crafty effort. i had been wondering what to do with them next. seriously, hundreds of them! they will be right at home decorating my scrapbook. i think big sometimes. i can already imagine this idea turning into a scrap-pile.