Being a lead Fiskateer has opened up a whole new world to me, allowing me and encouraging me to attend events in places I have never been before. In September, I was blessed to be able to attend ScrapFest at the Mall of America in Minnesota.
Since I started scrapping, this is an event that I have wanted to attend. Every year my mom and I talk about it, but something always comes up and we never get there. When they asked me to go and help, I was thrilled. I didn’t get to take the classes and I worked long hours, but I got to meet so many people at so many different events that it will live in my memory as one of my favorite events of 2007.
During ScrapFest, Fiskars hosted the rotunda crop one night. I had a chance to walk around, talk to all of the scrappers, and just chat about life, scrapbooking, and creating.
That night I met a woman whose story I will not soon forget. She was sitting with a friend, just staring at a pile of pictures at the back of the crop. I walked over and started to talk to her. She had never met me before, but within minutes, along with her best friend, we were talking like we had known each other for years. She opened up that she was creating a book in memory of her brother who had passed suddenly at an early age in 2006. She had been working on the book for more than 6 months, but had not actually scrapped a page. The photos were still raw, even pictures of him as a child were hard to look at. She talked about the stories behind some of them with such love, affection, and sadness that my heart ached for her. We sat there and I listened to her talk about the fact that she was creating one book for herself, and, if she could get through it, she would do one for each of her parents as well (they were divorced). That night she sat and talked and grieved as if we had been friends forever.
The next morning, I was working at the Fiskars booth, getting set up for the day. She walked up to me and told me she had finally started. She had done 2, 2-page spreads and had finally broken through whatever was holding her back. She hugged me, thanked me, and showed me her pages.
This is why I love to go to crops – the stories that are there are common to all of us, no matter who we are or where we come from. You never know who you might touch at a crop and how your conversation will affect them. You might make your new best friend, help someone begin to heal, or just laugh all night long.
This is a true crop tale. This is why I do what I do with such passion. This is why I know that there is more to this than paper and pictures. This is why I am proud to be a scrapbooker.