Maps in Scrapbooks

Maps in Scrapbooks by Natalie Parker

My summer wanderlust is in full swing even though I’ve already taken my summer vacation!  One of my favorite things to save for from my travels are maps.  You can check out how I turned maps from our travels into coasters here.

There are lots of cool ways to include maps in a scrapbook!

Keep it Whole

If you’re really attached to the map, include the whole thing so it can be folded out and looked at, like I did with this map of 17-Mile Drive in Monterey.

Maps in Scrapbooks by Natalie Parker

Cut it Up

If you aren’t attached to the whole map, or only want to feature part of it, cut it up!

I cut up pieces of the park map for my Yosemite scrapbook layout — still one of my favorite pages ever.

Maps in Scrapbooks by Natalie Parker

I took two different maps from our honeymoon and cut them the same size as other ephemera and photos to make everything meld together:

Maps in Scrapbooks by Natalie Parker

Don’t Have a Map?  Print One.

What if you want to add a map but you didn’t bring one home?  Print one!  Check out here for instructions on how to print Google Maps for your scrapbook.  I used a Google Map below for when we moved to a new apartment.

Maps in Scrapbooks by Natalie Parker

Don’t forget to check out transit agency websites.  They sometimes have really cool printable PDFs.  Below, I used a square I printed from a Manhattan Bus map.

Maps in Scrapbooks by Natalie Parker

Do you collect maps when you travel?  What do you use them for?

How to Find the Right Memory Keeping System for You

The Right Memory Keeping System by Natalie Parker

We’re in January, the month of beginnings.  Have you wanted to try some type of memory keeping but aren’t sure what system you should use?  Is your current memory keeping system not working for you?

How do you find the right memory keeping system for you?  I’ll tell you:

The right memory keeping system is the one you will actually do.

It’s that simple.  The end.

It’s not about what’s on trend.  It’s not about what works for other people though we can certainly learn from others’ experiences.

Whatever gets stuff off your hard drive and into a form that can be shared with the people you love is the right thing for you.  The value of information is directly related to its accessibility.

I’m going to put on my archivist hat again, stomp my feet, and remind you that digital photos are actually less stable than analog ones.  Less. stable.

Think about it and strip away the guilt and worry about what others are doing.  If you want to document your memories, be honest with yourself and don’t choose something you feel like you have to do.

Is it a traditional scrapbook?  Project Life?  Digital?  Photo books?  A family yearbook?  It doesn’t really matter.

I’ve had too many friends admire my work and sheepishly tell me that they scrapbook, but it’s not as nice as mine.  Look, just because I scrapbook a certain way doesn’t mean you have to.  I think all scrapbooks are beautiful.

Any memory that can be shared and touched is amazing.

The Right Memory Keeping System by Natalie Parker

Yes You Can . . . Code

Yes You Can Code by Natalie Parker

What if I asked you if you could learn a new language?  Not whether you had the time or the desire to.  Just whether you could if you wanted to.

What if I told you that you wouldn’t need to learn how to pronounce it?  What if, unlike other languages, there were set rules and not a lot of exceptions you had to remember?

What if I told you that you didn’t even need to become fluent in the language?  You just needed to learn a couple of things here and there to get by.  Could you learn it if you wanted to?

Then you can code.

A few days ago, I was chatting with an extremely competent woman.  She has an advanced degree and I admire her.  We were talking about code.  “Oh, I could never do that,” she said.  Why not?

When we talk about getting more women into tech, we mean other women.  When we talk about getting girls interested in math and science and teaching them how to code, we mean girls.  Not us.

Let’s stop doing ourselves a disservice.  Anyone who is reasonably competent can learn how to code.  You just have to want to.  And if you don’t want to, that’s just fine.  Just don’t be unkind to yourself and say you can’t do something when I’m sure you can.

I don’t have a computer science degree.  I learned just the basics of HTML and CSS.  I don’t code every day.  I don’t code every month.  But I know I am competent enough to learn it and what I know was enough for me to style my own blog.

Yes you can code.  Not other women, not our daughters.  You can.  And just knowing that you can is enough.

If you’d like to learn HTML and CSS, all the content I used to learn it as a graduate student is available for free online here.

The World Cup

France World Cup by Natalie Parker

It’s Saturday and we’re making lunch at home, watching the World Cup.  He says, “just think, four years ago we were sitting in Paris watching France’s opening match.  It was your first time out of the country and now we’ve been to seven continents.”

It was our last day in Paris.  And it coincided with France’s opening match in the World Cup.  It was a happy coincidence when we planned the trip but we were excited to cap it off that way.

We were on our way back to Paris for one night after traveling elsewhere.  We had just enough time to land, drop our bags at the airport hotel, then take the train into Paris for the evening.  The mission? Find some place to watch the World Cup.

The plane was on time.  Our airport shuttle did not come.  I fought with a pay phone then an expensive call on my cell phone.  Our airport shuttle did not exist.  Walking to the other side of a gargantuan airport, we were travel newbs carrying too many clothes.  And a case of champagne.  Finally to our hotel, finally back out and on the train, finally back in what had instantly become our favorite city.

We picked a little cafe across from our original hotel on rue des Écoles.  The waitress eyed us suspiciously.  The rest of the tables were full of French, passing around face paint.  Surely us foreigners weren’t intending on taking up a table to order a meal while everyone was trying to watch the World Cup?  We sat.  We ordered our drinks before the match started.  All set.

The game wasn’t great but I’ll always remember them pounding the tables and cheering “Allez les bleus!”  I remember the waitress treating us a little more kindly after it was clear that we were there for the game and did not bother her for more wine until halftime.  I’ll remember the dad with his kid at the table next to us, the dad having to cut up the French version of a hot dog his kid was eating.  Parents cutting up hot dogs for kids — it’s international.

Pit stop for an ice cream and staring at Notre Dame at night, then back to the train.  In the train station, read enough French to know the train stopped going to the airport early due to maintenance.  Understand enough mass transit to know the gamble of a bus bridge, take the gamble.  Thankfully the buses are there when we get to the last stop.  However, the buses don’t drop us off at the airport train station, just some random airport stop.  We argue with a cab driver to get us back to our hotel.

And just like that, capped off with the World Cup, our trip was over.  His first time off the continent.  My first time out of the country.  Four years ago.  Measuring my life by major world events is a favorite pastime.  Oh yeah, and USA, USA!!

The Creative Doldroms

Flowers by Natalie Parker

There’s nothing quite so annoying as when creativity leaves you.  Creativity is not a finite commodity — it cannot be used up.  But sometimes it just flies the coop.

Yesterday I finished my first scrapbook layout in over a month.  The previous one I barely eeked out after sitting with it for a few weeks.  In sum, no meaningful scrapbook work since about the end of March.  I always have several layouts that I haven’t posted, so you the audience don’t really see my ebbs and flows.  But trust me, they’re there.  This last bout was so bad I didn’t even want to write about scrabpooking.

I know exactly how it happened.  From the end of March until mid-May, school and work zapped me.  So much going on that I felt like I didn’t have room in my brain for anything else.  I finished school for the semester and decided to take a couple weeks off before starting my thesis work.  Not so fast.  Work still zapped me.  I wanted to work on my projects.  I had time to work on my projects.  My creative brain was having none of it.

I know what to do when that happens.  Don’t stress, work on something else.  Enjoy something else.  It will come back eventually.  It’s hard not to get frustrated when I have precious little time to work on my own projects and can’t.  Instead, I’ve been reading, watching movies, fixing the collage frame, and more.

Finally a new page finished.  Here’s hoping it’s on its way back!

Collecting Memories, Not Things

Antarctica by Natalie Parker 8

Spring has sprung and April is clean-out month at my house.  Any time we have for housework we are spending cleaning out closets, cabinets, and our garage.

What a difference a few years make.  How our priorities in life have changed.

We collect memories, not things.  We choose to live in a smaller place with less room for “stuff.”  Our smaller home lets us live closer to fun things in our neighborhood and saves us money so we can go out and create memories.

I used to dream about saving all of my books so I could have a Belle library one day.  Every bookish girl dreams of having her own library.  I was holding onto a lot of books I won’t read again just to have a big collection.  Why do I need a collection just for the sake of having a collection?

Buy a big house with a library for all of these books?  Or save the money to go on another adventure?  I’d choose the adventure.  Every time.

I didn’t throw out all my books.  But I did decide I’m only keeping what can fit on the shelf.  I’m amazed that Mr. P feels the same way.  He’s not pressuring me to get rid of things and I’m not pressuring him.  We both have a clear sense of what matters to us.

When I’m old, I don’t think I’m going to look back fondly at the bookcase.  I’m going to remember the great memories we created.  The books are just an example.  We attacked the garage and our office closet.  The bathroom and hall closets are next.  Our bedroom closet and clothes got the treatment in January.

It’s hard to get rid of things that are perfectly good.  The solution?  We try to sell, donate, or give things to friends.  We have a favorite charity store in town, plus another store that takes paper goods and scrapbooking supplies I won’t use.  We are much more mindful now about what we will bring into the house.  Do we really need it?  They were giving away hats at the baseball game, but do we need them?  Will we use them?

I’ve read many places that we get more value out of experiences than things.  It’s taken us a while to realize it but I emphatically agree.  There’s a lightness that we feel when we have space to grow.  Space to grow and places to go.

Time Passing

Wedding Invitation Scrapbook Page

Time passes so quickly.  That is not a surprise.  I like to think as someone who documents memories and studies about saving information that I’m more acutely aware than most.

Still, there are moments that stand out, when time socks you in the gut saying, “hi, remember me?”  Then I realize I am just like everyone else who can never truly prepare for how quickly life goes.

We lost another of our grandparents this week.  It made me think about the layout I made for the wedding scrapbook with pictures of our grandparents and their response cards.

It’s been almost eight years since those photos were taken and half of the people on that page are gone.  I have a mixture of happy and sad feelings and am mostly thinking about how quickly time passes.

I’m glad I made that page.