scrapbook a year of my life

i need to at least make copies of all of the photos from oxford that the girls want, and i need to get copies of their photos that i want, so we need to do a photo organizing session. this a) goes hand-in-hand with my “clean more often” goal, because my photos are (not surprisingly) a mess, and b) i am going to move soon, and i don’t want to be sending a bunch of photos from out west.

i’ve almost deleted it several times to protect my image.

which probably means that i should have a goal titled “stop protecting my image”. except i think that’s one of those lifers… the goals you aren’t allowed to give up on… and i don’t want to collect too many of those. danger, danger, high voltage.

PRESSURE. y’know?

i’ve had this beautiful empty green-and-gold book forever – it was a gift. i’ve never known what to put in it. about a year ago, i decided that i wanted to put memories from my year at oxford into it – photos and ticket stubs and words. i know i want it to my multimedia – i mean, i want to layer paint and fabric and thread and paper and whatever else i can think of putting in there. this year was so important to me, and i think i’m afraid to screw it up in chronicling it – but right now there’s a lot of wonderful stuff, mostly pieces of paper, that have no home. and my memory is already going, in my twenties. so i know it’s important to get this down.

first step, copy photos that need copies. and then i think i’ll start decorating some of the pages, without putting photos on them yet. hopefully that will get me started.