Thursday, 9 June 2011

How Miss Smith Began Scrapbooking

I’ve been meaning to blog about this for a while. To blog about how I became a scrapbooker. And I put it off because the more I thought about it, the more I realised that it’s actually a pretty long development. And it starts with a postcard. Or, more accurately, lots of postcards…

When I was quite a little Miss Smith, we used to buy postcards on our family holidays. These were usually staycations, a currently fashionable word which means to holiday in the UK. And we visited some really wonderful places and bought postcards. Sometimes sensible ones depicting the place. Sometimes pictures of donkeys or teddy bears or Postman Pat, more obviously appealing to little brains. (My brain is considerably more sizeable these days. Or at least, that’s what I tell myself).

This one I captioned "I like thi thes this one"

And when we got home, we would scrapbook them. Although scrapbook meant a different thing then. It meant that Mum would help my brother and me write a couple of sentences about where we’d been on the giant sugar paper pages of our scrapbooks and then stick in the matching postcard. And sometimes a sticker for good measure.

So maybe we were scrapbooking after all. It has only recently struck me that this is when I started scrapbooking. Picture and journaling. Although the journaling was considerably more of a labour then, as my handwriting will testify.There’s nothing like a neat, flowing, eloquent copperplate to delicately furnish a page with details.

This scrapbooking expanded to include postcards sent to us from relatives in Australia or my uncle who used to go mountain climbing in exotic places, or Nanny and Papa going on their holiday for the year. I’m really pleased to discover that it even included a postcard bought on a trip down the village to the post office, a little momento of the centre of the village where I used to live.

I got older, I learned joined-up handwriting and suddenly...

We stopped doing it.

I wonder why?

Kisses xxx

P.S. Obviously, this is not the end of the story. Otherwise my scrapbook pages would be, shall we say, different? So keep a weather eye out for part two!


  1. Love those early scrapbooks....I can remember doing something similar myself....and the new craze for 'smash books' is really just an adult version of those childhood scrapbooks.

  2. So sweet! I used to do the same thing! I still have one of mine...perhaps I'll need to blog about it too!

  3. Aww, look at all those cute little stickers :) I can see the resemblance between your style now and then... ;)

  4. Oh me too. I think I used to add little pictures to mine. Love that you call yours Nanny and Papa too - never met anyone else who does that too - we did!! Oh you've set my memories off now!!!! xx

  5. I had something similar and remember many happy hours sitting in the room behind my aunt's shop, cutting from magazines and sticking in a scrapbook. My Mom gave me one she made as a child, full of pictures of the Royal Family. I added to it myself for a while. Then I went to Uni and decided that Britain should be a Republic and binned it. It would be nice to still have it. I am reminded of Trotsky admonishing the workers who started to trash the Winter Palace, saying that the past should be preserved - it is part of who we are.

  6. I just love evrything in here!!!!!Your page is just great....and I love all your work!!!!I try to be I will be back.
    You have such a great talent.
    Have a wonderful weekend.
    Kisses and huges from Brazil

  7. Great post, I started in a similar way I suppose, I've always made books about things, it started when I used to draw models and design clothing, and I'd make a clothing catalogue!! Then I made a scrapbook about dancing around the world for a Brownie badge, and since I've always tried different crafting things :D

  8. I have a postcard album just like that one. And one with old Christmas cards in it. And one with all the information from my Guides Commonwealth badge (does that even exist anymore??) Great post!

  9. My first scrapbook pages are hilarious! At least you didn't cut up pictures like I did! Ah!