Consider Yourself Scrapped

Listen here photos. 

I’m pretty tired of you whining at me when I enter my craft room to retrieve a pair of scissors, a pen, or anything remotely not related to giving you any attention. 

I’ve got other things to do you know.

No… they are not as fun, but an adult needs to behave responsibly every once in awhile first and then play later.    

And I told you I’d be back, but nooooo… you continued to pile up, somehow getting massively disorganized in your attempt to gain my attention.  Mixing vacations with holidays, heritage with present day, and somehow making me forget when or where some of you were even took.

Well, I’m back you hear?  There will be no more of this nonsense and I’m calling you out.

Hey self-portrait…  Yeah babe, you.  You’ve been sitting in my hard drive forever being all poignant and reflective and I’ve not had a thing to do with you. 

Well guess what?  Now you’re a reminder to me to do these simple things every day and I’ll make it through any tough time out there.  Especially work. So consider yourself scrapped.

Oh I see you hiding back there…. c’mere heritage photos.  You were supposed to be part of an entire album, remember that?  So you have been taunting me more so than the others as the album remains unfinished.  But I gotcha:

I even put you with a piece of ephemera that I’ve had on hand forever which had no use.  So ha!  You did double duty.  Consider yourself scrapped.

Ooooh Christmas photos…. do NOT be mistaken and think I am afraid of you.  My mojo is on fire (fi-ah!) and no one is safe.  Christmas + pets, oh bring. it. on.

Oh I can’t be mad at you though.  Look at that face.  Still, consider yourself scrapped.

And finally.  You.  The absolute worst offender.  You are the reason I started scrapping in the first place, and still you sit, untouched.  Not only this… but you aren’t digital… you are an ORIGNAL.  You require scanning, and editing, and then still don’t come out perfect due to you age! 

But guess what dear wedding photo:

 Consider. Yourself. Scrapped.

Many thanks to the Design Team at AC Bailey for making this scrap-whooping possible during their Fall Into Scrapping Crop last weekend.  Without it, these hooligans above may have gotten the best of me.

Now…

Who else wants some?!