867-5309... Today's Date!
I'm going to catch so much flak for my little box of ribbons. "But it's only a box of ribbon," you say. Oh, it's much more than that because it's proof that the unthinkable has started: the beginning of scrapbook obsession. It's actually been, like, 2 years in the making.
But I didn't start this alone. Two of my friends are really into scrapbooking. Like, REALLY into it. They go to this annual scrapbook convention, take a once-a-year daytrip around Northern California to hit all the major specialty scrapbook stores, parts of their homes have become dedicated to scrapbook space , and they've edged out some of their husband's or boyfriend's belongings in favor of scrapbook storage. I don't think I'll get to THAT point but so far I've already outgrown the Green Organizer (the one S passed down to J and she passed down to me) and had to find a separate box solely to hold ribbons, I have two accordian-style organizers for papers, corner punches, special acid-free pens, and more than one type of adhesive (sticky squares and snot dots), and more than two books going at once.
It's almost safe to say that this box of ribbon has signified my personal descent into the scrapbooking abyss. Or the light, if you're the enabler. Will this sickness ever end?
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