I don't have photos to prove it, but my mom can tell you that when I was little, my brother Steve & I frequently sat at a little table in my bedroom making paper crafts. Especially prominent in her memory is all the little snibbles of paper that littered the floor beneath us. At the time, my creations were primarily junk, but paved the way for the scrapbooking that was to come.
Last week my granddaughter was at my house, making paper crafts. Till she was finished, the office floor was reminiscent of my bedroom floor when I was her age. I don't know what this is leading up to -because scrapbooking is a dying art in the digital age- but I'm here for it.
And I may or may not have attempted to teach her some yarn art as well...
We cooked for a wedding reception on Saturday, and hosted the bride's parents. I didn't remember to take many pictures, but that right there is a whole row of good ol' Guernsey Co guys, including Josh on the end.
(Not pictured: the bride with a broken rib.) 😞 Felt so bad for her!
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