I’ve tried scrapbooking a few times. Several years ago, I made a small scrapbook for my best friend when she graduated high school; that year also marked a decade of friendship between us. Her mom was awesome and sent me a CD with tons of pictures of us over the years. I had some of my own, and I assembled all those memories into a scrapbook.
That was the last scrapbook I made.
While I love saving memories and pasting them onto blank pages, sometimes scrapbooks are just too much. They’re too fancy, or too structured, or too intricate, or too time-consuming. I appreciate really well-put-together scrapbooks, and I was definitely proud of the scrapbook I made for my friend. If you have the patience to sit down and assemble a full-fledged scrapbook, then I’m jealous.
Lately, I’ve become more of a “smash book” person. A smash book is similar to a scrapbook, except it’s more whimsical and not as organized. I really enjoy the whimsicality (is that a word…?) of smash books; it’s a more accurate expression of my personality, I think.