in archives, one of my favorite things to look through are the scrapbooks. though they’re a real pain to preserve, there’s just something so nice about getting to thumb through the pages of a carefully crafted scrapbook. it’s the element of collage, i think, the mixture of textures and colors, the tape and glue, the unweildiness of the pasted-together pages. more than looking through a photograph album, or a journal, flipping through a scrapbook makes you feel just a little bit closer to the maker.
the trouble is, scrapbooks take an awfully long time to make, and though i often keep the little bits of ephemera that could ostensibly fill one, they quickly begin to feel more like a burden than anything else.
but my sister cait has come up with a perfect compromise. we’re both still very much attached to our leather-bound daily calendars, relying on our hand-written reminders to ourselves for anything from dinner dates to work assignments. a few years ago, cait started pasting her little bits and scraps right into the pages of her book. she adds ticket stubs and receipts and postcards as the days pass, having, at the end of the year, a lovely little collection of how she spent her days.
this year, i plan to make a miniature scrapbook of my own. nothing too crazy, just little reminders of how i spend my days. how about you guys? any scrap-bookers out there?
p.s. i’ll be spending the next two weeks in brooklyn with my sister, so posts might be both sister and new york-centric. my apologies in advance:)