Scrapbook fever has broken out over at B22. Sonia, Jenna, and I are joined by neighbor Sara and camp friend Liz in our artistic endeavors and weekly trips to the Scrapbook Attic. Hours are spent with paper, die cuts, and stickers spread out over the living room floor, as chick flicks play continuously in the background. Bits of scrap paper are embedded into the carpet. Boys, upon hearing the “come on in” greeting, look on in shock (and perhaps a little fear) as they stand gawking at the doorway.
It’s glorious.
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