My mom has collected and organized all the photos of my life, all of my life. She also presented me with all the albums off all those photos. And they've all been living in my basement since delivery. Now it's not that I don't want the photo albums, it's just that I'm sort of over albums themselves. Thanks to the digital camera and the digital photo frame I rarely, if ever, get my pictures developed. So my plan has been, with my mother's blessing (just so you know), to find photo boxes and
Too bad the photo boxes I found at Michael's were uber-ugly. And so were the ones at Wal-mart.
So, I did what I do best, and put it off for another day and picked up a different project to do!
The dreaded wedding photo album.
I say dreaded wedding album, because it contains ALL the photos the photographer took, and has never been sorted through. We picked the photos we wanted on display, had copies made, and put the album back on the shelf, never to be looked through again.
I decided that was kind of ridiculous! Plus, we are moving, and I don't want to take any albums with me. Photos, yes. Albums, no.
So after taking a stroll down memory lane, and snickering a little at how pasty white and ghostly I looked in
I went from an album FULL of photos:
Now I just need to buy a non-ugly photo box to store them in!