Pub Date . . . and a Thank You

Posted March 1st, 2010 by Candice

March 2nd is the official publication date for Scrapbooking Just for You! How to Make Fun, Personal, Save-Them-Forever Keepsakes.  I talked about how I created the book when I got my first bound copy

Before the book came the hobby.  In January 2003, I was was in my second semester of my MFA at Vermont College.  That semester I wrote several board books.  In order to understand how the genre worked, I needed to illustrate them.  I’m not a good draw-er, so I found myself cutting out pigs from construction paper with manicure scissors.  I needed sturdier paper.  Then I discovered a brand-new store called Cropper’s Corner.  It sold nothing but scrapbooking supplies.  Heaven!  Rack after rack of beautiful patterned paper.  I didn’t know what to do with that paper.  I bought one sheet of vellum sprinkled with tiny foil hearts. 

As I was reveling in the cardstock section–like walking through a rainbow–I noticed women in a back room.  They sat at tables, talking, and working on projects.  They looked like they were having fun.  I thought, "I’m in school and I have contracts.  I can’t go there."  But I did.  I learned that when scrapbookers got together, it’s called a crop.  Soon every Friday evening I was at the Corner, sitting in my place at "The Island," the table so named because if you needed anything–anything at all!–somebody on The Island would have it.  Needed a hammer?  Go to Teri.  Wanted the perfect shade of pale blue chalk?  That would be Pamela. 

Crop night was sacrosanct.  Most of us went every single Friday unless we were in childbirth or breathing our last.  The store held special weekends, too.  National Scrapbook Day was actually a two-day morning-to-midnight marathon, a blast with fab goodie bags, food, games, prizes, costumes.  There were overnight New Year’s crops, Black Friday crops (my favorite because we were snug inside having food brought in while we created and the rest of the world went insane), once-a-month crop weekends, and the Birthday Bash (store’s anniversary).  We even "borrowed" the store on Sundays to celebrate each other’s birthdays with private crops.

In time, I went from someone who couldn’t operate a trimmer to store designer and teacher.  Here are some of my projects:

I made the class sign, using a ton of black glitter and an enormous vintage velvet flower pin.  The layouts below the sign announce one of my design classes. 

This is my Halloween banner that decorated the cash-wrap counter.

In October we also celebrated Scrap Pink!  This tribute is to my sister, a cancer survivor.  (Ellsworth is my Vanna White.)

These were Halloween projects I created.  I could have sold the Halloween birdhouse 50 times.  The "Dreams" bookends are in my sitting room.

Some altered projects–purse, clipboard, picture frame . . . and yes, they sold my books.

Oh, how I loved the family that ran the store and the gals that became my family at The Island.  We went out to dinner on Friday nights.  It was such a wonderful way to let the week dissolve.  And then . . . the store went out of business.  By then I had earned my second degree and was teaching at Hollins.  I came back from my first summer of teaching to learn the store was going under.  I felt a pain under my heart.  All those years . . . all of us . . . what would happen to us?

The Island met a few times at a library, but already we were losing our center.  Pamela bravely started crops at a nearby hotel.  She does a wonderful job, but for some reason, the Islanders drifted apart.  Everyone has gone in a different direction.  

I closed the scrapbook studio in my house in 2008 and turned it into a 1920s sitting room.  I still maintain a mini-studio in the walk-in closet.  And I still "scrap" in the evenings, sitting on the floor.  It’s not the same, though.  I pass the empty building that housed Croppers Corner and think I can hear the laughter from the back room, the catcalls we gave the poor UPS man when he wheeled in a new shipment of product.  Someone is making a Starbucks run.  Somebody else is running to Michael’s–does anybody need an extra coupon? 

Outside the store, it grows dark.  Inside, the scene is bright with scraps of colored paper quilting the floor, incandescent with creativity and the glow of friendship.

Oh, how I miss it all.  Ladies, thank you.

This post is dedicated to the members of "The Island": Connie, Sioux, Pamela and Teri.  And to LaJune Lundquist. Without your friendship and encouragement over the years, I would never have attempted the book!