Here’s something I don’t often talk about: I keep scrapbooks of ephemera I’ve clipped from magazines over the years. I also stick in some postcards from family and friends, but mainly it’s just pictures, ideas, sometimes words and occasionally whole articles that I have wanted to keep for inspiration. It’s a haphazard pursuit. I can go months without putting anything in, then I’ll have a grand old sort-out of piles of reading material and devote a bit of time to updating the albums.
These are not scrapbooks of the kind that make up a vast crafting industry nowadays, they are clippings books of the most old-fashioned type. There’s little embellishment, minimal creativity, and no personal story-telling, just page after page of stuff that’s caught my eye, be it art, fashion, food, colour, poetry, people.
I’ve tried various scrapbooks over the years, but the only ones which have stuck have been these pastel-paged spiral-bound books from Paperchase. I’m coming to the end of the third book and hitting something of a dilemma: the Paperchase branch in my home town has ceased trading and they don’t have these particular albums on their website so I hope I can source something similar. (Edited to add: As soon as I’d published this, I found the perfect items on Hobbycraft’s website, out of stock online, but available in my local branch so I got in my exercise for the day and picked a couple of new ones up.)
Running alongside this, I have a lot of digital clippings sitting on my computer and I’m in the mood to print some of these out to include in the albums. Every so often I will browse through my digital ephemera, but it’s not quite as enticing as leafing through the books which act like a distilled ultra-magazine collated for me and me alone.
Speaking of magazines, I am awaiting delivery of two “new” vintage magazines which I’ve ordered as reference material for my novel as I will soon be moving onto the part most closely involved with the 1970s. Huh, who am I kidding? I’ve ordered 1970s Vogues because I want to drool over the fashions and the adverts and dream that I’m there!
Do you have any quirky little side-hobbies that amuse you but that you are disinclined to talk much about for fear they might invite ridicule?