So what do you do when your kids grow up and leave the house and get married . . . Do I hand them volumes and volumes of scrapbooks that I have painstakenly created over the last 20 years? How do I say good-bye to that? Will they really appreciate it? Will they keep it safe? And what about my empty shelves - do I really want to turn to my scrapbook shelf and see a dark, blank space? Emptiness where happy memories and tales of diaper blow-outs in Las Vegas used to reside? This is something that I had been contemplating for a while. Then last year I came across Stacy Julian's book called, "The Big Picture" and as I turned to page 108 it was like a light came shining down from heaven. Here's the idea . . .
She creates an album for her children that summarizes each year of their life in school. She calls it the "School of Life" album. There's room for a school portrait, pictures from school that year, personality & family pics, and a pocket page for some of that stuff (cards, notes, school papers, drawings) that accumulates. The format is simple, it's the same every year, minimal embellishments, totally doable. I totally ate it up and said, I'm definitely doing this.
Then I got a hold of Cathy Zielske's book this spring, "Clean and Simple Scrapbooking - The Sequel" and on page 120 she took Stacy J's idea (giving her the credit) and translated it into her ultra clean & simple style. It looked awesome. So I decided to be a big fat copier (I take no shame in that label) and started albums for Payton and Conner this last weekend. Here's what Cathy did. And here's my ridiculously similar version.
Supplies used: cardstock, 1 sheet of patterned paper per year, brads, a report card tag, journaling spots, and titles I created on my computer.
It's so simple and I love the way it turned out. I think the key to making this work from year to year is drastically limiting the number of embellishments you include. I had to keep telling myself over and over again, keep it simple.
I think these 3 layouts do a great job of summarizing the year for my kids. And this way they'll be leaving home with 2 albums instead of 12.
A note to my mom: yes, I am taking good care of the childhood albums I snatched from home years ago. But please stop me the next time I try to take decorative scissors to my childhood photos. I know, I know it was 1992 and that's what was in style, and I was a stubborn 12-year old who thought she knew everything. I take full blame. Thanks for all the memories.