You'd have to live in a hole not know about the scrapbooking fever that's swept the country.
And since people know I'm crafty, they're often surprised to hear that I don't scrapbook, that I just put my unmolested photos in, gasp, photo albums.
But like I said before, I now have the Italy photos, all 200+ of them. And if I don't write down what's in those photos, I'll forget in a few years. The answer, I thought-- scrapbook them.
I had bought a sensible black leather book to put them in about 6 months ago. This afternoon I opened that puppy up and found that it did not come with enough pages to accomidate my bevy of images. Alright, I'll need more pages...
Oh, and page protectors...
and photo corners...
and special adhesives...
and sparkly doo-dads!...aaa!
This is going to be the most expesnsive photo album ever!
It does not appeal to the starving artist in me, this whole specialty market of scrapbooking.
Hopefully I can get to Michaels (my cheapo art supply headquarters) tomorrow and find some resolve.
At this point, no, I'm not going to scrapbook the baby photos, they are getting their own exclusive photo albums and that's it. That's it, I tell ya.