Road Journals Blog—Stepping into Just Bee Scrap’n , located among the hodgepodge of shops on Brigham City’s Main Street, was out of character for me. I don’t scrapbook, I scrap box—the lazy result of an ongoing procrastination plan. I didn’t expect to find much to meet my interests.
But behind the initial displays, the back half of the store held a variety of unexpected treasures. They were just my speed—items for admirers of creativity rather than creators.
I found a slew of goods made by a dozen different local artisans, ranging from jewelry to woodwork to funky handbags. There were even some princess-like dresses. I fell for a knitted headband-hat and a pair of matching fingerless gloves. (Of course, both purchases were strictly functional—the former to hide my furrows, the latter to allow for nimble finger-work on my cell phone.)
I didn’t know it at the time, but as scrapbooking has gone digital, many stores devoted to the craft have delved into card art to sustain themselves. Several people sat at long tables near a couch in the back, creating cards and chatting.
Donna, the owner, steered my friend and me to one of the tables and gently convinced us that even we were capable of creating hand-made cards similar to the ones over which we were oohing and ahhing. She set us up with all the necessities—an ink stamp, pre-cut flowers, paper, glue, smudging ink—and revealed the secrets to using them well with simple precision.
It took me 15 minutes to give birth to a whimsical paper creation. I stared at it like a proud parent. “Wow, I did this! She turned out so well. Absolutely perfect—ready for the world.”
I still have the card, months later. I just can’t let go and send her, enveloped, to some lucky recipient. She sits near my computer, reminding me frequently that I might just surprise myself one day with those stacks of scrap boxes hiding in the basement downstairs.
This blog post was first published in February 2012. Some facts may have aged gracelessly. Please call ahead to verify information.