Pinch Me

This weekend has been fantastic. I have gotten a ton done while still getting to spend time with all the people who matter most to me, which is really what the weekends should be about, isn't it? Right now I am rounding out the weekend working on a project I started a long time ago. There have been a few snags in getting it done that I have yet to fully work out, but the general idea is filling my hallway with photos of our family. I think the majority are going to be vintage, and I have spent the afternoon cleaning up my craft room so I can continue scanning old pictures I got from my mom and dad. I am scanning as I write this blog, and I actually made enough room on the floor to spread out all the frames I bought and make some sort of plan as to what I am going to put in them.

This is the only one I have done. I have had it framed for a while because it is the only picture (of my mom, of course) that I knew for sure I wanted to include

Right now I am looking through and scanning pictures of my mother as a young woman. Looking at these pictures always fascinates me and makes me wish I could travel back in time and meet her as a person my age. Whenever I say something like that to her she cringes and says that I really don't want to because I wouldn't recognize her as the person I know; she was apparently wild and misguided and reckless with her own life and the lives of others, but I still think it would be amazing. It is always a toss-up if a picture of her looks like me or my sister, but you can definitely see where we get our bone structure and coloring. My mom's life is actually fairly well documented for growing up in a time where technology was nothing like it is today. When I look at pictures of her I also wonder what my dad was doing at that same time, wherever he was. My parents are not the same age, and for all my mom's lamentations about her mistakes growing up I know she wouldn't change anything because it all led to my dad and, ultimately, to me and my sister. For example, my mother was married before she met my dad. She had a big elaborate wedding, dropped out of school, and settled down. Things didn't work out, and she went back to school where, in her absence, my dad had become the editor of The Crimson White, the newspaper at the University of Alabama. That is where the met, and ta da! The rest is history. I love my parents' story, and I am so happy their life together, as well as my early childhood is well documented. Here are some of the pictures of my mother I have scanned today...










Hopefully I will get this project done over the next few weeks and I will post pictures of the end result. This is just one of the many things I still have planned for our house, and it has been nice having time to work on some stuff. Jen is coming over later and we are watching the Oscars. I am pretty excited for another good mindless entertainment session:)