I love paper. It is a well-known fact and one that I have mentioned here before. I don’t scrapbook, but do, do a whole lot of crafty stuff that involves scrapbook stuff, like paper and other bits and pieces. Well, this past week I was given the best gift ever…. Boxes and boxes of card-making and scrapbooking stuff.
My mom started dating a family friend after his wife unfortunately passed away a couple of years ago. This lady was into card making, and a few weeks ago he decided it was time to clear it out. I was going to go round on my birthday to have a look, but as we know my birthday plans did not quite come to fruition. So I went around on Thursday and OH MY WORD!!!!
After starting to go through some of the boxes I got a bit overwhelmed. It was a very weird experience. Obviously I was extremely grateful to be given all of this, but it was too much. In the end we called another of the ladies friends with whom she made cards and we went through the stuff together. That was much better but I think we both found it a bit over whelming. I also felt bad, and kept thinking of this lady as I was going through her stuff. A lot of it was items or cards she had already made or was in the process of making. I felt too bad to throw anything out and then felt greedy when It seemed like we were taking everything. I was thankfully the other lady wanted all cards that had already been worked on. I found the whole process a lot more emotional than I thought I would.
In the end we divided the boxes and goodies into 2 piles. We then each divided those piles into further piles. I split mine into a pile for me, one for my nanny’s kids and one for a rehabilitation hospital that is always looking for craft stuff for its patients.
As it is I will never need to buy a piece or card or envelop ever again….
Now let’s hope that Mr OL does not read my blog… he had a bit of a fit when he saw 2 of the boxes as I was working through them. I am not sure what he would say about the 4 more hidden under the bed and the further 12 that I have hidden in the spare bedroom cupboard…… (and yes, that is after splitting it and giving a lot away to charity)