As the light streamed through the window a ray of inspiration came.
For the first time in over a year she moved over to the purple plastic box and thumbed through the contents with trembling fingers.
Nothing took her fancy so she moved to the bags, bulging with scraps, burying her hand in and pulling out colours and patterns at random.
She cleared a space on her desk and set to work. Not following a pattern, not pressured into doing what everyone else was doing. She followed an old instinct for patterns and combinations, revelling in the stickiness of the glue and the joy of combining words and photos.
It felt strangely easy for her to be coming back to this craft. She didn't think too much, just used things she liked.
A couple of hours later and she was done.
She looked at her layout and saw all that it represented, not only in the subject matter but also in the cathartic process of creating in paper again.
There it was, a scrapbook page..
For those not in the know, I hit a low point with scrapbooking over a year ago. I felt a lot of pressure to create and not enough time to do so. I wrote about it here. The other day, as written above, I sat down and made a page again and LOVED it. Hopefully this is the start of scrapbooking again. I am certainly drooling over all the new paper collections online, which has to be a good sign!