Because I just don’t share often enough about what a slacker I am, I’ve decided to go a little further and show you pictures. Pictures of pictures, actually.
I have no skill but lots of interest in photography. I have the interest partly because I am surrounded by gorgeous subjects and partly because I am terrified I will grow up and forget all the cool things we’ve ever done. I. Love. To. Document.
I have no skill because I am too lazy to learn. Though I do fantasize about it. I even signed up for a photography class in ninth grade, but it was canceled due to lack of interest. I now blame my lack of skill on my fellow ninth grade slackers.
The majority of my photos are digital, so they are just cluttering up my hard drive, not my home. However, there are still a frighteningly large number of photos… pretty much everywhere. The disorganization disturbs my delicate psyche and is quite inconvenient when I’m hunting down a photo of myself at 19 to post here.
I’ve decided what with the spring cleaning craze going on right now and all, this week is the perfect time to tackle the photo situation. Except for the fact I have exactly zero bucks to spend on nifty storage solutions. But why dwell on the negatives? (Yes. Pun intended.)
Here’s what I have going on right now.
In my grandma’s hope chest I have hundreds of photos in boxes and albums (and a few ziploc bags) passed on to me from my dad and his parents. [Side note: Should I be offended when my dad gives me every remaining photo of my childhood because he no longer wants them? And all the cards I made him? No, he didn’t move into a nursing home.]
In a file drawer, I have somewhat more recent photos that I’ve had printed with honest good intentions to scrapbook them. But it’s been a while since I’ve scrapped. Because, you know. All my fun recreation time is spent here. These used to be spread around several drawers, so at least I’ve managed to corral them all into one drawer. Guess where I get my photos printed?
In my closet is a big messy bin of photos I intended to scrapbook a few years ago. With these, I even added appropriate stickers and die cuts that might make a pretty layout. Some of them are in complete collections, ready to go. I was less of a slacker then.
Also in my closet, a cardboard box with photos from I don’t know when. I’m too lazy to get a chair, climb up there, and find out. Yes, the box is upside down.
In my garage is another box filled with framed photos. This is because up until a couple of years ago, I had every square inch of my home filled with photos. Then the clutter of it all started to get to me, (delicate psyche and all) so I boxed a bunch up with the intention of rotating them every month. I’ll let you guess how many times I’ve rotated them. Are you starting to see where all my good intentions lead me?
Now that you’ve seen my mess, I am going to go find a solution. I’ll post what I come up with later this week.
I honestly intend to, anyway.
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