I love old sweatshirts, ceramics (yes, I am embarrassed), I guess what I am looking for is History. My History, Your History...A Fact that Just Because Someone Else didn't Treasure it, Doesn't Mean you Cannot and I Swear the Older the More Snuggly your House Feels (No Overhead Light People). Things Don't have to Cost Much to Have Meaning.
This Week I Found (well my Oldest Found) a Scrap Book last week for a Dollar. Myself along with the cashier was Puzzled as to how inexpensive it was. It is So Beautiful but the Reality of it is After I got it home it is a "Scrap Book" and who "Scrap Books" Anymore? Are we Just Supposed to Copy and Print our Facebook Feeds and Instagram Pictures and Glue Them onto the Pages?? I am so Confused. This is where I Really Wish I Subscribed to the Newspaper (Ummm, Nevermind it's all pretty Negative Anymore Sadly), Actually Developed my Film, Perhaps Slowed the Fuck Down and Spent A Little Time Looking over Memories Instead of Setting Them Free. I Hope that Makes Sense. Such a Beautiful Book it is...Never has it Been Used but Life is Simply Not What it Used to Be. I Would Give Up so Very Much for The Simplicity on the Cover. My Mind would be Free. Such a Beautiful Place to Wake Up To. I Can't Even Imagine...Uhhh, I take that back, Yes I Can.
In the Meantime However I will Keep my Eyes Peeled as to what to Do with this Beautiful "Scrap Book." I Know it has Purpose and Meaning, just Like I Do and As All of You Do Too. It's there...We Just Gotta Find It. :) xo Steph
Ideas, Suggestions, Constructive Criticism Excepted :)