2008 Woodie Awards
Forget me not
Memories saved fill dull Saturday afternoon
By: Jenny Ubaldi
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Sitting on my couch in the living room of my college apartment on a dull Saturday afternoon with my roommate, we began reminiscing. We realized that we have been friends since we lived in the same dormitory together our freshman year and now we are seniors. With the recognition that our time as Chico State University students is quickly coming to an end, we started talking about all the memories and stories we had experienced.
Our conversation went from sentences that began, "Remember the time when ..." and "I will never forget when ...," and soon resulted in both of us going to our rooms to retrieve every photograph we had of college to share with each other. As we kept talking and looking through pictures, we spoke about the fact that in a couple of years when we have both graduated, we probably wouldn't be able to remember when or where half these pictures were taken.
"Wouldn't it be nice if we had a book where we could put the pictures and document when they were taken," I said. And thus the scrapbooking quest began.
We got in the car, fastened our seat belts and went to Michael's craft store. After one hour of searching through scrapbooking heaven, we purchased the essential and the not-so essential scrapbooking tools (including 20 different packages of stickers and four types of scissors) and headed home.
With much enthusiasm and excitement, we spread our new scrapbooking tools out and put our pictures in order by time and event. If someone had walked in, they probably would have thought our living room had been invaded and taken over by a crafting group.
Soon the hour turned into two, then three, and pretty soon the evening, which we had anxiously awaited before, was of no interest. We sacrificed a night of going out to stay home and scrapbook the wonderful memories we had already created.
So, someday when we are sittng around talking, we can say, "Remember the time when we stayed home and scrapbooked for hours?" These are the memories I want to preserve.
Other stories in this series:
Saving your memories from being scrapped
Scrapping together necessary materials
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