The Future of American Crafting is, I’m happy to report, in very good hands.
At least as evidenced by the success of a gathering Laura hosted at her house yesterday evening where I demonstrated how to make paper bag albums.
We had twelve ladies there, and as far as I could tell, everyone had a wonderful time and made some extremely creative stuff. Only a couple of the ladies considered themselves "scrapbookers," and they ranged from massage therapists to bookkeepers to painters to medical office workers, mostly in their mid-twenties to early thirties.
I pre-cut coordinating papers for everyone to choose from and put together two kits from seven different collections: Basic Grey Phresh & Phunky, Making Memories Simply Fabulous Brooke, American Crafts Simply Chic, Magic Scraps (can’t find a link for the paper…argh), Chatterbox Rec Room, Daisy D’s Red Wagon and Sonnets Historical: Cranberry.
Then I loaded up the kits plus approximately eight tons of stamps, rub-ons, scissors, adhesives, trimmers, ribbon and other goodies:
Anyway, we had a fine and awesome time, with the themes of albums produced ranging from "My World" (travels, by Lydia) to "My Soundtrack" (songs of past and present emotional importance, by Laura) to "Six Things I Love About You" (Valentine for her sweetie, by Shauna) to "Thoughts on Parenting" (by Kendi–very cool) to "Goals at Thirty" (by Amanda) to "*untitled freeform journal exploration*" (by Molly… Jones, not me) to "I Enjoy Being a Girl" (assumed title… by Alexi, age 11). Everyone left with a completed or mostly-completed project and the supplies they needed to finish or embellish further at home. Tons of fun; we’re planning to get together and do it again soon; you should get together a bunch of your friends, self-described scrapbookers or otherwise, and try it for yourselves!
N.B.: Laura made some damn fine banana-chocolate bread puddings, mmmmmm, and Trevor (after absenting himself from all the girly goings-on and coming to my house to drink Guinness with Jim) came home, sat down and started a paper bag album himself (title: "My Boo," apparently a paean to his lovely and talented wife).