~By Anu. I have roughly three dozen shoeboxes full of old photos. And with a new baby, the number of glossy prints glutting my tiny London closets is growing faster than you can say 'kodak moment'. If you're like me, you've probably also got a stack of DVDs with precious .jpgs you never even look at!
What to do?
Recently, I wandered into a bizarre and uniquely American ritual. A group of professional women had gathered to eat and chat. After the scrumptious vegan tart and salad had been tucked away... the women unpacked enormous rolling black file-o-faxes. But instead of reports or stacks of invoices, out came a dizzying array of stickers, decorative paper, lettering, fake stick-on jewels... and stacks of personal photographs arranged by event.
Welcome to the obsessive and oddly satisfying world of scrapbooking.
