We get a fair share of tornado watches and warnings. I was waiting for a tornado to form from these clouds. And a house. I was waiting for a house to fall from the sky. Wicked witches. Flying monkeys. All of that.
Plus, I thought that we were going to be taking cover in a ditch since we were in a car. Scariest 30 minutes ever.
Since I have photo albums that were handed down from my grandmother . . . I have some rather old pictures. Not the oldest pictures ever. The oldest ones that I’ve found are from 1934. Just a regular sort of old but still interesting.
I’m not sure how I ended up with some of the photo albums. Probably because I’m the only one interested in them. She did have a recipe book that everyone wanted to take a peek at, except for me. Well, I would like the recipe for the double chocolate coconut cookies.
I looked through some of the photo albums. I was hoping that I had these specific pictures. I’m so glad that I do!
How often do you look back at photos you’ve taken?
All of the time. I probably look at older photos that are on the computer at least once a week.
The pictures that are in the photo albums are stored away. So I don’t look at those as much as I would like. Sometimes I don’t have time. Sometimes I don’t want to dig through the closet to get to the albums.
In fact, my boyfriend asks me every few weeks about my intentions for these photo albums. The truth is that I’m not sure. I don’t have any specific intentions.
It’s possible that I will put them on one of the DIY pallets that I’m going to make into a bookshelf. I might need two pallets just for photo albums. That is the truth.
I have lost count of the number of photo albums that I own. There have to be at least ten . . . or twenty. Thirty? I just remembered that I have another box of albums somewhere.