This story is a bit intense, but let me get straight to the point. I haven’t done a lot of scrap-booking ever since I could remember. I’ve had scraps, though. Lots of them. And they come in all shapes and sizes, from bus tickets to tissue papers. But I’ve never really put an effort to stitch together an art journal.
Although, I do have a warehouse of writing journals, and each is a pocket-sized jungle. Just saying.
Cracking an online scrapbook, however, is another thing. It’s like dipping your dead toenail into virtual lava. But it’s 2017, so you can always surf online for resources and cobwebs, and always feel lucky, says Google.
And shortly after, I found a playground to start with. The result is not too divine, but that’s the point. Life is not all candies and rainbows. But I hope you like it.