So last night I spent seven hours working to create 4 handmade Christmas cards. Only one of which is even remotely nice enough for me to post here. It's a little embarrassing to me, I can scrap all day and all night but ask me to make a card and I lose all creative ability, I have to copy to create even one that I am half proud of. Even before I used sketches to boost my creativity in scrapping I could never make a decent card. And last night I got to wondering why. I think its the meaning and the worth behind a scrapbook page that I have sweated over and that I know contains the treasures of my children's childhood and our life today for future generations. Like a treasured quilt of scraps from dresses and cloth long ago retired, it is a handmade with love keepsake for at least the next generation and hopefully for the generation after them. So pardon my goobered cards- there is some thought and sweat behind them - even if they are no match to my scrappin mojo.
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