Okay, I’m just going to admit it… I don’t do scrapbooking. The other day at the craft store, I was looking for a parchment type paper for a little side project that I have in mind. I do love paper, I just don’t scrapbook. I see a woman that I know from my daughter’s school. Can’t think of HER name, so I call out, “Olivia’s Mom.” She responds with an ever so pleasant, “Miranda’s Mom!” So we are chatting away in the paper isle, and she asks if I’m working on a special scrapbook page. My blood goes cold, and I know that if I am to be honest, I am going to have to admit it. I don’t scrapbook. Don’t get the wrong idea, I think that scrapbooking is fabulous. My Mom has beautiful Family Albums that document our entire lives. We looked through them often enough that I can hear her voice like a narrator as I turn each page. “This is when your father was in the Navy…. our first house.” “This is the day you decided to eat one of my petunias.” Truly treasured memories. I wish I had the inclination to make a beautiful album! Unfortunately…. my photos are all in shoe boxes! And I feel just awful about it. Really, it makes me feel guilty. I’m a “shoeboxer.” Worse yet… now that most of my photos are digital, and shared via the internet with friends and family… I have like 10 CD’s FULL of photos that I’ve never even printed out in tangible form! Pray tell, how does one get motivated to start a project like this. Where would I even begin?