I have traveled a lot, and I used to be very good at putting my photos in albums. Traditional, black paged albums, with the photo corners, and a caption written in white under each picture.  Yes, I am really 100 years old. Then I was introduced to the wonderful world of Scrapbooking, with a capital “S”. Now my pictures never make it to albums, because I can’t decide on a layout, and a color scheme, and journaling, and embellishments…

I decided yesterday to scrapbook my recent trip to Sedona with a new attitude, halfway between my old “glue it down” attitude and my newer “make it art” attitude. I laid out 6 sheets of 12 x 12 paper from Earth Elements and 3 sheets of  Venetian Romance designer paper from Stampin’ Up.

Photos, bag of ephemera, paper, tape, scissors.

Photos, bag of ephemera, paper, tape, scissors.

Then I sorted all my trip ephemera and photos into 5 themes, and shuffled it onto the paper. Then I edited it and taped it down.

Sorted and shuffled.

Sorted and shuffled.

I will win no awards for these pages, but they’re done, and the next ones will be better.

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Sedona.

I had promised myself that I wasn’t going to shop and bring home a lot of stuff from this trip. We went into a New Age shop the first day there, and I saw all their amethyst. I LOVE amethyst so I bought a geode. When I got home, I unpacked and put the amethyst on a shelf, and realized it was shaped exactly like a foot. I brought home a $68, several pound, purple foot.

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Out of Africa.

I can see I’ll win no awards for my photography either. These pages are reversed. Oops.

We went to “Out of Africa”, a large animal rescue group that puts on shows to help fund their rescue efforts. I bought the tiger photos in their gift shop. They’re obviously much better than my photos. The most popular show is the “Tiger Splash”, where several staff members play games in and around a pool with several tigers. In their prime, wild tigers with claws and teeth intact. Um, scary. We took a “safari” too, and saw ostrich whispering, giraffe kissing, and a two headed water buffalo. Just kidding, it was really two water buffaloes lying rump to rump.

Jerome and Flagstaff.

Jerome and Flagstaff.

While we were driving to Jerome, I saw a sign announcing “Dry Beaver Creek”. I said, “Oh, that’s my Indian name, Dry Beaver Creek!” Later, I saw a sign for the Brittle Bush Saloon.  I turned to No.1 Sis and informed her we had just found her Indian name, too. Still on the watch for No.2 Sis’ name! By the way, the really good photos shown here are post cards I bought.

The BIG BONUS to scrapping my trip was that I found my missing Kindle!!!! I’m so happy! It was in the bag with the ephemera. I don’t know why.

I’m also happy that my internet is fixed. I was unplugged for about a week while I waited for a new “Hot Spot” battery. I have never been so diligent in picking up my mail every day, as I have been this past week!

Stay tuned…

p.s. I probably shouldn’t have told everyone that No.1 Sis must have stolen my Kindle when she was watching our bags at the airport. I should have just referred to her as a “person of interest”.