25/09/2012 § 3 Comments
A trip home to Los Angeles is never complete without a wander through my grandmother’s photo albums, now kept by my mother. While not exactly a scrapbooker per se, my Grandma did like to make collages with her pictures over the years — sometimes organized chronologically, sometimes completely nonsensical, sometimes accompanied by scribbled entries identifying who people are and where they might be, sometimes not. The purist in me instinctively wishes that she hadn’t cut up so many of the pictures, but I always take it back when I think about her lovingly laboring over her creation. I know how lucky I am to be able to hold in my hands something that she made with hers.
I took a few pictures (yes, of pictures) so I could share them with you.
Definitely click on them for a closer look.