Late in 2003, my daughter-in-law invited me to a scrapbooking party at her house. For years, probably decades, I'd been talking about "doing something" with boxes of loose photos, which I stored in my linen closet. That night at the party, I saw a sampling of beautiful ways to showcase family pictures.
I'd always loved being crafty, so when I saw all those products--colored marking pens, cutters, patterned papers, colored cardstock, stamps, ink and a whole lot more--I was in heaven. I knew I would combine my love for art with "doing something" with the family photos.
As the years wore on after 2003, I became an avid scrapbooker and collector of scrapbooking supplies. For over a decade, I worked only a few blocks from a Michael's and a Joann's, which was conveniently located next door. During my lunch hour, I would often happily wile away the hour, browsing the new products and shopping for sales.
For a while, my scrapbooking room was located in my son's old bedroom, along with the other bedrooms on the third floor. He had vacated it several years prior to marry and start a family.
Eventually, the girls cleared out. Our six-bedroom house now has two dedicated offices, a dedicated scrapbooking room, two guest bedrooms and our master bedroom.
Considering that it was Christmas time (with all of its busy-ness), that I was expecting guests for Christmas Eve dinner the following evening, and I was working long hours to enter a manuscript in the Golden Heart before the deadline, my heart developed an electrical problem.
I spent an evening in the Emergency room at a local hospital while the doctors worked to get it to stop beating like a runaway locomotive. One that had also jumped the track.
I asked him to paint the whole room instead of only the area over the patch. The yellow (original color) was cheerful, but I wanted a more neutral color that wouldn't interfere with choosing colors for layouts. I chose a beige that is the same color as the floor and the new counter tops.
I had collected so many supplies over the years that every square inch of wall space was taken up with shelves. The room was so busy that it was sometimes overwhelming. So when I started putting everything back into the room again, I was determined to leave an empty wall.
I succeeded. The other three walls look crammed, for sure, but the wall that I stare at is refreshingly empty.
Here's some pictures:
The white is where Jon patched the sheet rock.
Though hoping to limit shelves, these eight-footers had to go back up.
Wrap-around counter top where two tables (8' and 4') had been.
Shelves filled again on the wall that'd sprung a leak
Aha, but there is a bare wall! (Where there used to be 3-7' shelves.)
Another reason to celebrate!