I scrapbook in my basement, so naturally my albums end up on a shelf down there. Convenience. But the other day I was thinking about why I scrapbook ...... to capture the ordinary details of everyday life that are worth remembering.
... to tell stories.
... to remember people and places.
... to preserve memories.
And what good is it to capture, tell, remember and preserve if the albums are sitting on a shelf in the basement? So I finally found a place in our main living area that can house some albums. These albums are sitting on top of my china cabinet in the kitchen. They are up high enough that little hands can't reach them but on display where people can look at them. At first I thought it was weird to have something like this in the kitchen, but then I thought about how many times we gather in the kitchen ... to eat, to talk, to laugh, to play games ... and I decided that really there's probably not a better place to house memories.
