It's official. I've filled all the pages in my massive collage scrapbook (see previous post entitled Scrapping). The whole thing began at age fifteen, when I started hoarding flotsam into a yellow binder. Eventually the collection had to be moved into a box, file after file bursting with post cards, origami cranes, coasters, receipts, stamps, and photographs. The vast majority of it, though, were clippings from catalogs: Free People, Urban Outfitters, Anthropology, and Country Living. I kept anything that caught my eye.
A few pages (and please pardon my horrible camera - poor thing's barely alive these days):
Now I've got to find another book in which to paste stray clippings.