Every time I go to Target, and wow, I go a lot, I find myself in the dollar section. I find my hands full of scrap booking supplies. I never knew why. I don't scrapbook. I don't have the time or desire to scrapbook. It didn't make any sense, but I just kept buying those stickers. I figured it involved a desire to go back to my childhood, to the days of collecting stickers for my super cool sticker book.
Recently, I finally figured it out. Scrap Boxes! I made my first one last week. I'm just about done with my second, and I've started on my third. It has nothing to do with nature. Sorry! I'm not the greatest at following the rules. Perhaps you've noticed! But, I'm participating, and that's what counts, right?
I didn't have a lot of time, when I posted this. Here are the detailed shots...
(The first shots taken of Jim and I with Dylan - Jim's taken with my cell phone, because Dylan came so fast, we didn't even have a camera with us!)
(Look how little his feet were!)
(The little hat he wore at the hospital, and the picture the hospital took).
(His little bracelet, and the bib his doctor gave me).
Scrap boxing appeals to me because instead of shoving these precious things in a box, which would probably be lost, or end up in the attic collecting dust, they will be displayed and cherished.