I started scrapbooking in June 2004, but I didn't really hit my story-telling groove until early 2005 when I read Clean&Simple by Cathy Zielske.



This book changed the way I scrapped. I started telling meaningful stories about people and relationships and just general observations about life; I stopped scrapbooking every single photo I loved; and I started scrapping out of chronological order. I found my groove and haven't looked back ever since.

These days, I don't have much difficulty journaling on my pages, especially when I'm writing about things that happened recently. It's easy to remember how excited the boys were about the Olympics last month or how proud my older son was when a friend phoned him to ask for help with his math homework, but ask me about something that happened last year or the year before, and my memories are a lot fuzzier. Even worse, ask me what my son's favourite book or song or video was in 2003, back in my pre-scrapbooking days, and I might not be able to tell you. I often find myself stumped for meaningful stories to tell about my pre-2004 photos.



It's a bit sad, isn't it? My boys are now 7 and 9, and they don't have baby albums. I have scrapper's block when it comes to my boys' baby and toddler photos. Thousands of digital files, chock full of chubby-cheeked cuteness, are sitting on my external hard drive, just waiting to be scrapped. Where do I even begin? I had no idea.

Last month, in a seemingly unrelated part of my life (in my office at work), I was cleaning out the old messages from my sent email folder. The IT guys were cracking down on our email storage limits, and I was at risk of having my old messages archived onto an inaccessible drive somewhere in some dark, dank dungeon if I didn't clean up my files. Okay, I made up the part about the dungeon, but the rest of the story is true.

During this email clean-up exercise, I deleted thousands of sent messages about meetings, presentations, missing data, and other unimportant details of projects long since completed. What a dreary, time-consuming task!

But hold on… what was this?! It was a short, two-liner email I'd sent to my sister about the funny face my son made when he tried peas for the first time. Oh, look at this one… a message I sent to my husband about the cute little conversation I had with our then two-year old as we walked to daycare that particular morning. It turns out that I'd discovered a treasure trove of scrapbooking material hidden amongst the trash in my sent box.

With this discovery, I was inspired to create an email-related page, and I challenged two of my talented scrappy friends to do the same.

Lisa Kisch found an email that she'd sent to her friends and family when her daughter, Lily, was just a wee babe. She paired the text from her email message with an adorable photo from the same time period, and the results are beautiful and meaningful.



If you can't see the journalling on the layout, here's what the email said:

Lily is 8 weeks old now, and such a precious baby. She just loves to be cuddled and kissed, and she's a wonderful eater and sleeper. The other night she slept 7 hours in a row! (We won't talk about last night, though, ha ha!) She is about 13 lbs., and is already wearing some 3 month clothing. She is smiling, and following things with her eyes. She loves her mobile and Mr. Panda on the bouncy chair. She is very strong and can hold her head up like a champ! Audrey adores "baby sistah" and is a very big help. Here are photos of Lily, taken today, and one of Audrey, too. I am such a lucky Mommy to have two such sweet and lovely girls!

Stephanie Howell  took my challenge in a different direction and created a page about how her husband's emails from abroad help sustain her when he's deployed. The raw emotion she captured on this page gave me goosebumps.



This page must mean a lot to Stephanie personally, but it also serves to remind the rest of us of the sacrifices that military families around the world make so that all of us may continue to live the blessed lives we're accustomed to living. So to Steph and her family and to all the other military families out there, thank you!

Finally, I'll leave you with my project, created from the emails that started this journey of discovery. I transcribed a few conversations between my precocious toddler and me from email messages to journalling bubbles in Photoshop Elements and printed them out include on this page.

 
Can you read the journaling? I didn't think so. It says:

J: Mommy, look at all the clouds!
M: Oh, wow... what colour are the clouds?
J: Pink!
M: Ummm, I think they are mostly white. Maybe a little bit pink.
J: Oh, they are mostly white.
J: Mommy, I hear a bird.
M: Yes, I hear a bird too.
J: (pointing) Mommy, look there's a bird over there!
M: Yes, I see it.
J: Oh, another bird! He's flapping his arms.
M: (laughing) No, those are his wings. The bird is flapping its wings.
J: Oh, he's flapping his wades.
M: His wings...
J: Oh... wings!
M: James, look! A kitty is crossing the street.
J: I don't see him.
M: Over there, by the blue car.
J: Oh... hi, Kitty! (big smile)
M: He looks like our kitty.
(Cat rubs up against our legs.)
M: Okay, we have to go now. Bye, Kitty!
J: Bye, Kitty! See you a-morrow!

I had a lot of fun creating this page. It's one of my favourite pages with photos from my pre-scrapping days. I plan to search through the sent mail folders on several other email accounts I have, in hopes of finding the next meaningful story to tell.

How about you? Does your email account hold any undiscovered gems? I challenge you to do a quick search through your old messages and find a meaningful story to tell.