I only have a few more posts about hexagons! Since I just had to document my fun new obsession with English Paper Piecing, a scrapbook page was in order. I dug out my old hexagon punch from Creative Memories and it was just right for my title. I added a few pics of my basted fabric, finished flowers, favourite needles and of course, a close-up of my fingers actually stitching.
I have been slowly adding p-touch date labels to the spines of my albums because I have completed so many that they are getting hard to distinguish. I know what many of them are by sight but even I am having a tough time locating a particular scrapbook when I want to see certain photos. I know it's impossible for my kids to find what they're looking for and since they have been requesting certain ones as of late, I needed to fix the problem before it got worse. It's too bad CM never really came up with a classy, at-home solution for labelling.
My friend was the one who told me she simply uses a label maker and while it doesn't look the best, it gets the job done and they seem to be adhering to the book cloth well enough. It is taking me forever because when I open the album to check the dates it covers, I MUST look through all the pictures! That leads to snap-chatting the kids the funny ones, posting on Facebook to share the great memories, and general reminiscing of all our wonderful times together. This exercise has made me re-appreciate that I've been blessed with a fantastic life, recall what amazing places we have travelled to, and admit we go to Disney World a LOT!
I also confirmed what I already knew...that the photos of my loved ones who are no longer on this earth are some of the most cherished of all. Obviously, they mean so much to me to keep their spirits alive and faces fresh in my mind. Without those pages and my journaled notations, eventually my relatives would not be remembered by future generations. I hope my many albums survive the passing of time and are kept by at least one interested descendant. I love the photos of my blind grandmother holding my hand, the close-up of my grandfather's pipe, sitting on my dad's lap as a baby, my brother carrying me in his arms when I was a child, and my mother's hands rolling out pastry and her fingers holding a delicate tea cup handle. That's why I took the photo of my own hands sewing...I hope one day it means as much to my children.
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