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project life: her way

Friday, June 17th, 2011

Still think Project Life has to be a “certain way”? There’s no such thing. Each album will be as unique as the people and families who are using Project Life to document their stories. I think anyone will find inspiration in this email I’m sharing with you today. And it’s perfect timing for those of you in Europe who now have Project Life available to you.

Dear Becky,

I’ve had an a-ha moment: Knowing that I have designated spaces to fill with everydayness has come to mean that I no longer “edit” our lives as far as what I include in the family album. I have crazy handwriting after being forced to be right-handed. I can not spell. I have to filter some pictures to look Instagram-y because they are fuzzy. My printer needs scolding occasionally, and I use a $69 point-and-shoot camera. And that is OK. I would rather have an album to enjoy now instead of waiting until the art fairies make me a well-equipped design genius.

I haven’t been using the full Project Life kit because they were sold out by the time I realized I wanted to do this for life as it happens instead of just for my childhood pics. I’m using your Photo Pocket Pages, Journaling Cards, leftovers from my Amber edition (my childhood album), and stuff from my stash.

The 0/15 spelling test? It’s in the album (bad spelling is a family trait).

The bill from the vet when the cat licked himself into what looked like a bikini wax? It’s in there — complete with the tiny, unflattering cat mug shot the vet prints on the upper left corner of the bill.

A picture of me and my friend after 90 minutes of my first hot yoga class? Yep. She made me promise not to prove it by sending you a copy of us looking like sweaty lumps, but it’s in there.

I have married Steve twice. We won a wedding re-do on a radio station this February because I had chicken pox two weeks before our first wedding.

Tags off the replacement bras I just bought after my helpful spouse threw my old ones in the drier one last time too many? Yep. They fit in the journaling spot just fine.

Movie tickets from the impulsive Mother’s Day movie, even though it was no Oscar winning film? Yup. And I found a piece of print advertisement with the characters on it too.

Our 8-year-old daughter Audrey still needs to journal on the Octopus page.

My cousin posing with a very surprised UPS man after she missed the delivery of our iPad2 and had to stalk the driver to his store at the end of his shift? Yep, it’s there in 4×6 color.

I would have NEVER taken these photos or saved this stuff back when I made whole pages about single events, or even when I did monthly wrap up layouts. They really are pieces of the whole in our messy lives, and I am so thankful that they will now be included. Who isn’t going to love looking at that imperfect stuff later on?

Sincerely,

Heatherle in Portland, Oregon

taking pictures = love

Thursday, March 31st, 2011

With her permission I’m sharing this letter from a fellow reader. What she says deeply resonates with me and I know it will with many of you as well.

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Dear Becky,

I finally got my scanner working again, and went to work on the sticky, gluey falling apart photo album my mom made of my first year so that I could put copies into my Project Life book before the photos degrade even more.

As I really looked at these pictures, something stood out to me. I noticed for the first time that the background of these pictures are all at my grandmothers’ houses, or at events with them. Every single picture of me as a baby was taken by one of my grandmothers, on their cameras. Then they must have sent duplicate prints to my mom.

My parents were too poor to even own a camera, and my mom still found a way to make this little photo album of her baby. Every picture was straight in its spot, with dates written next to the pictures, the occassion and how big I was at certain age milestones. She was capturing little moments of life before they got away from her.

How much was I loved that these three women would make the effort to document my babyhood like that? What a huge gift to me, that I am breathless about almost forty years later. Taking photos and preserving them really does communicate love.

Sincerely,

Heatherle in Portland, OR