What's amazing is the way some people find time to lead blithe lives. Take scrapbookers, for example, with their unique way of looking at events through rose-colored lenses. (Now there’s a cliché with a twist! Feel free to use it.)
Scrapbookers are the life of potluck parties. They laugh a lot. They say “Smile!” a lot. They use lots of exclamation points. And when they arrive, rather than simply saying, “Oh, hello” like a normal depressive, they gleefully shout, “Hey! Hi! Great to be here! How the heck are you?” Then, before you can mutter “I’ve been better, thanks,” they are backslapping you and your mama and saying something debatable like, “Ain’t life grand!”
Well, nothing is wrong with that, nothing at all. Only now and then, it’s like being talked to by a flamboyant kindergartner teacher who fails to notice you are wearing big-girl pants and underarm deodorant.
Please, ladies! Keep it down out there. Some of us are trying to weep. Some of us tend to take a dimmer view of existence than you who are always making the grass grow greener. Still, that’s just me and right now I badly need some nighttime cold medicine.
Okay, we are back! Talking about convivial scrappers who improve each shining moment in their quest for silver linings, unseen benefits, and everyone’s good side. They way these people persons behave in public places makes it easy to assume they’ve never been sorrow-afflicted or addicted to anything other than scrapbooking. Yet, get a group of them talking around a table at an all-night crop and you discover each wife, wielding an exacto knife, has a life that’s rife with strife.
Scrapbookers are the life of potluck parties. They laugh a lot. They say “Smile!” a lot. They use lots of exclamation points. And when they arrive, rather than simply saying, “Oh, hello” like a normal depressive, they gleefully shout, “Hey! Hi! Great to be here! How the heck are you?” Then, before you can mutter “I’ve been better, thanks,” they are backslapping you and your mama and saying something debatable like, “Ain’t life grand!”
Well, nothing is wrong with that, nothing at all. Only now and then, it’s like being talked to by a flamboyant kindergartner teacher who fails to notice you are wearing big-girl pants and underarm deodorant.
Please, ladies! Keep it down out there. Some of us are trying to weep. Some of us tend to take a dimmer view of existence than you who are always making the grass grow greener. Still, that’s just me and right now I badly need some nighttime cold medicine.
Okay, we are back! Talking about convivial scrappers who improve each shining moment in their quest for silver linings, unseen benefits, and everyone’s good side. They way these people persons behave in public places makes it easy to assume they’ve never been sorrow-afflicted or addicted to anything other than scrapbooking. Yet, get a group of them talking around a table at an all-night crop and you discover each wife, wielding an exacto knife, has a life that’s rife with strife.
Despite their occasional woes, however, scrapbookers have snacks and a knack for focusing on what’s good. Even when times are grim they’ll slap on a happy face and spread sunshine all over the page, capturing moments not entirely the way they were, but rather the way they should have been. Their sunny ways of taking lemons and making (pictures of) lemonade comes from the heart and it goes to the heart of what makes scrapbookers extraordinary.
And that's why I love them SO much!!!
And that's why I love them SO much!!!
