Days go by...
Right now, I am scrap-booking. That's right, mock away. But I don't care--I got into it about a year ago, when I was planning my wedding, and wanted to figure out a way to save all of the memorabilia and pictures. And then, of course, as any crafter can tell you, once you wander into Michael's, innocently looking for something simple--say, a photo album and some letter stencils--you're a goner. You're captivated by all the sparkles and doo-dads and ribbons and alluring papers and so on and so forth. What I didn't anticipate was not only the nearly instantaneous draining of my bank account, but the unexpected burst of creativity it gave me. So dorky. But scrap-booking lead to collages, to beading, to little around-the-house craft projects. I'm sitting on a pile of acrylics and Prisma pencils and oil pastels, too, as I try to summon the courage to just start drawing or learning to paint.
But anyway, back to the scrapbooking. I've been working not just on a wedding scrapbook, but also an Indiana scrapbook. (Those of you that have suffered through my whinging and whining about Indiana and how much I miss it will quite understand why I now devote some of my off-hours to scrapbooking about 22 months in a small Midwestern town.) Thanks to LJ, and to gmail, I can reconstruct so much of my time there, and recall things otherwise forgotten.
One of the things I am doing is a "cast of characters" layout for various people--Danielle, and Michael, and Susan, and Dea, and Eric. And prosewitch . She, in particular, is a glimmering mine of gems. She has been blogging on LJ since 2000. Getting on 11 years! I cannot believe it. And as far as I can tell, not intermittently, but with a fair amount of consistency. *Boggles* And then there's me--who will go entire years at a time, with saying nary a peep. And then when I do speak up, it's fairly banal or bourgeois or trite.
But because of my fear of sounding like that--and more importantly, due to my lack of time management skills--entire months and years of my life can lack documentation. Perhaps when I am 45--or 65--or maybe in just a few months, I will want to know what I read and ate and did in a day, who I talked to, what I thought.
Part of the problem is that I am scattered across so many mediums. I've got a blogger page, and a facebook account, and a flickr account...which to update? But I still maintain a soft spot in my heart for LJ. And so I'm going to stick with this one, and try to say something every day, and to hell with how lame it might sound.
What it boils down to: I have to write. But no one has to read it.
But anyway, back to the scrapbooking. I've been working not just on a wedding scrapbook, but also an Indiana scrapbook. (Those of you that have suffered through my whinging and whining about Indiana and how much I miss it will quite understand why I now devote some of my off-hours to scrapbooking about 22 months in a small Midwestern town.) Thanks to LJ, and to gmail, I can reconstruct so much of my time there, and recall things otherwise forgotten.
One of the things I am doing is a "cast of characters" layout for various people--Danielle, and Michael, and Susan, and Dea, and Eric. And prosewitch . She, in particular, is a glimmering mine of gems. She has been blogging on LJ since 2000. Getting on 11 years! I cannot believe it. And as far as I can tell, not intermittently, but with a fair amount of consistency. *Boggles* And then there's me--who will go entire years at a time, with saying nary a peep. And then when I do speak up, it's fairly banal or bourgeois or trite.
But because of my fear of sounding like that--and more importantly, due to my lack of time management skills--entire months and years of my life can lack documentation. Perhaps when I am 45--or 65--or maybe in just a few months, I will want to know what I read and ate and did in a day, who I talked to, what I thought.
Part of the problem is that I am scattered across so many mediums. I've got a blogger page, and a facebook account, and a flickr account...which to update? But I still maintain a soft spot in my heart for LJ. And so I'm going to stick with this one, and try to say something every day, and to hell with how lame it might sound.
What it boils down to: I have to write. But no one has to read it.