I’m not a scrapbooker. If I were, we’d go broke from buying all of the craft supplies. Instead, I’m a fan of this:
I have a massive stack of these in my closet, trekking all the way back to high school. I’m mostly too embarrassed to read the old ones, and so I let them sit undisturbed in time-capsule fashion. They’re just waiting for the day our future kiddos can get some good laughs out of them.
Even though I stay away from making scrapbooks, I have a habit of turning the pages of my journal into little “Commonplace Book” entries: poems, pictures, lists, upside-down writing, and love notes.
Sometimes it’s nice and plain like this poem:
Other times I get a little funky with my handwriting just so I remember what sticks out:
A few things are just too sweet to toss:
And a page or two has saved me from getting dressed up all fancy and taking off in a doom-boat; hence, the lady.