Tuesday, October 31, 2006

Scrapbooking As Life

My friend Tasra Dawson has just released her book, "Real Women Scrap." It's a creative, fun look at ways to beautify our lives as well as our scrapbooks. Using the craft of scrapbooking as an extended metaphor, she examines issues in our lives like planning, simplicity, symmetry, boundaries, embellishments, journaling, perspective, and mistakes. As the reader gathers practical ideas that help to create beautiful scrapbook pages, she also discovers how these concepts reveal wisdom for living a richer more intentional life.

Tasra is running a contest on her site beginning November 1, 2006.

And good news!
I won't give away MY copy of her book (it's a keeper!) - but I have an EXTRA copy to give away.
If you leave a comment to this post (make sure to include a way I can reach you by email), you'll be entered in the drawing to win that free copy of the book.

Here's your Comment Challenge:

In the mental scrapbook of your life, what is one of your most precious snapshots? Describe it for us!

Sharon Hinck
avid rubber stamper and scrapbooker
author of


Judith Miller said...

One of my favorite mental snapshots is the day I turned around to see my three-year-old profoundly retarded daughter sitting up. She'd accomplished that small task all by herself for the very first time. I've never forgotten that moment. She was wearing a little one piece yellow plaid seersucker sunsuit that was as bright as the smile on her face!

Judith Miller, Daylight Comes, November 2006, book three in the Freedom's Path Series. Visit my website at www.judithmccoymiller.com

Patti Hill said...

My father and I are sitting in a mottled dance of shade under one of our many apple trees. As the bees hum, my father shakes salt onto a freshly picked tomato and offers me the first bite. We sit there trading bites until our shirts are wet with tomato juice. He tilts back his head to drop the last of the red flesh into his mouth. Since my father died in the spring of my third year, this memory is one of my oldest. I was two years old.

Patti Hill
In Every Flower, October 2005

Valerie Comer said...

In the photo, my dad is holding me up by the telephone--the very same telephone where, at the ripe age of about 3, I telephoned heaven and asked Jesus if I could speak with Gramma 'Kara (an elderly neighbor who my mom had told me had gone to heaven to live with Jesus.)
valerierco at yahoo dot ca

tasra said...

These are wonderful memories! Thanks for mentioning the contest Sharon! We already got our first contest submission...can't wait to see the rest!

Anonymous said...

My favorite mental snapshot is one of my husband and cat napping in a chair, content, happy, with a smile on their faces. Perfect harmony.

Sharon Hinck said...

What vivid snapshots!
Those are frozen moments of time that pack a lot of meaning.
Thanks so much for sharing!
I'll leave time for more people to share, and then let you know when I draw the name for the free book. :-)

Susan Meissner said...

Okay, picture this. I'm five, my older sister is seven. We are at my grandma and grandpa's house, in their multi-tiered backyeard in San Diego, actually, and Papa (my grandpa) is working on a massive rock wall that begins near the pool and ends somehere in the canyon below. He offers us a ride in the wheelbarrow to the bottom where he is working. We climb in, he leans over (he's wearing a island straw hat with a fringed edge),grabs the wooden handles and lifts. We wobble on the one wheel and squeal. He grins and takes off. It feels like we will spill over as he sails down the pathway. I know we won't but I scream anyway. I can still hear the sound that one wheel makes as it turns over the cement path. . . I love that memory.