I have a great group of friends who get together for scrapbooking retreats every several months. Thinking that I would exhibit some restraint this time, I didn’t sign up to go to the retreat scheduled for this past weekend at Sharp Mountain….
As the weekend drew closer, I started seeing their excited facebook status updates: “Getting packed & ready!” or “Just 2 more days!” or “Need to print pictures!” etc. Yep, I was beside myself with regret for not signing up. After hearing me groan, my husband said, “Just call them! Maybe they have room for 1 more. Just ask!”
My wonderful, flexible friends immediately made room for me with NOT ONE WORD of complaint. They had planned the entire event, divied up the cooking tasks, arranged for contests & challenges, determined who would bring Cricuts, air mattresses and more. Nope. I just threw my stuff in the car at the very last minute & went flying up to Sharp Mountain and had a fabulous weekend. (Thanks guys!)
It was a great time. 14 crazy women in one gorgeous mountain house. Here’s a recap of my weekend:
Last minute plans.
Stressing over not having pictures developed.
Calling in a favor to have a friend pick up my son from preschool on Friday.
Multiple calls back & forth to the Mountain as everyone else had already arrived and was telling me to “come on!”
Flying by Archivers on my way out of town to “just pickup some cardstock” which resulted in $80+ in impulse purchases. (Very unlike me if you know me.)
A huge, ego-lifting moment at Archivers when the woman behind the counter recognized me from PaperCrafter’s Corner. Very cool!
Unpacking my stuff Thurs night and accomplishing almost nothing, but so glad to be there.
Staying up late every night.
Sleeping late each morning.
Working all weekend on just ONE project, despite having brought several. (Yes, the earlier stress over pictures was silly.)
Eating chicken every lunch & dinner and loving every bite as all renditions were different, yummy, and not prepared by me.
Going into withdrawal with no internet access.
Sitting up late one night and having a deep conversation about our creative processes… where else would such a discussion occur?
Racing home again on Sunday, anxious to see the family I’d left behind.
Proudly showing off my one, completed project to my hubby & son.
And now, this afternoon, as I write this & supervise a playdate at the same time, I overhear my 5-year old son PROUDLY showing off my project to his two little buddies in the next room. “Hey, Look at this guys!” You see, the project I worked on all weekend was an 8×8 album just of his superhero birthday party from last spring. And as I sit here typing, I hear exclamations of “Cool! Whoah! Look at that! That’s awesome!” coming from 3 preschool aged boys.
You gotta admit that’s pretty cool, huh? I scrap for so many reasons, both selfish and not. But when your kid gets excited about what you’ve scrapped, well, there’s nothing like it 🙂 PS: My son is the one on the right 🙂