Photos

Well… it isn’t perfect, but I say it’s far better than having no pictures on the wall.  :)

I really wanted to get some of the old pictures I’d scanned up on the wall to enjoy (and due to some furniture arranging, I had a patch of empty wall).  I laid out the frames in the basic pattern I wanted, then started adding old pictures from the photo box.  I hadn’t originally intended it, but I ended up using all black and white shots.  I’ll have to sprinkle some of the color ones elsewhere in the house.

I bought eight 4x6 frames at IKEA on Saturday, and I didn’t really realize it until I got home that the matte was about a 3x4 – PERFECT for so many of those old pictures!!

The lady on the right below is my great-great grandmother, Lucy Jane (Vowell) Sturman.  At least according to my information.  I love old pictures!!

If I don’t have a matte all ready to go, I’m very lazy about it.  I just put white cardstock behind these photos:

The little girl is my mom.

I think my next photo project is to move all the children’s “school pictures” to one spot and put them in matching frames.  That will free up some wall space in the dining room for some recent pictures of the kids.  I still haven’t really printed anything I’ve taken with my new camera.  Looking forward to it!

Feeling Nostalgic

I haven’t taken any great pictures today, so I thought I’d grab a few old ones from my folder of scans to blog this evening.  They are likely in the order in which they were scanned into the computer, which reflects on the order in which I pulled them out of the blogs, which in no way, shape, or form reflects on their chronological order.  Which is the basis of my frustration when I am in a scanning frenzy.

The little one is me.  The boy is my older half-brother.

He’s the same age as Matt.  Don’t freak out.

Me and my mommy:

I guess parents have to have a sense of humor about things so they named this rocking horse “Lucky” knowing full well I pronounced my L’s with a Y.

I love this one – my momma and her girls.

This is my Granny, my dad’s mom.  And behind her are the same big ol’ bookcases I have in my house.

Kathryn and I were singing “Away in a Manger.”

The next two appear to be from Kathryn’s first birthday:

Kathryn’s in the car; I’m standing up.

I really should get the girls into dance so they too can have pictures of themselves in big pink tutus.  :)

I’m not sure why for the next one, but it’s cute.  And I recognize the wallpaper in my parent’s bathroom.

Preschool graduation!!

2nd grade I think.  We sang “Mr. Sandman.”

Me and my momma on Easter one year.

Halloween!  My mother made this Rainbow Brite costume.  Oh I wish we still had it.  :)

Well, that was fun for me.  :)

And, like I’ve said before: Even though they’re crazy disorganized, I’m sooooooo thankful to have all of these wonderful pictures of my growing up.

I am just so stinkin’ thankful for digital photography.

And never more so than when I’m sitting at my computer lately, trying to make some sense of the boxes of loose pictures from my childhood.

I will say one thing: I am thankful the pictures were taken, even if they were in no way, shape, or form labeled or organized.

:)

These are Natalie’s feet.  They have nothing to do with my scanning fun, but they’re cute.  And freshly painted.

And she was so excited about them!

Yesterday I made myself a chart of sorts to help me identify pictures as I scanned them.

This way I don’t have to keep recalling what year it was when I finished the fifth grade or which Christmases we would have spent living at my grandmother’s house.

And now I realize I wrote 1986 on the last  line.

Whatever.  It’s basically right.

My mother came over for a bit this afternoon to help me identify some of the pictures.

We use many clues to uncover the mystery of when the pictures were taken.

This one is a treasure:

I’m at my dad’s, I’ve got my old flute, some current reading material, and best of all – the previous year’s school yearbook!  Yes!  So I know it was the summer of 1995.

This one looks like spring with the clothes (and baby chick!).  I know it’s my Grandma’s house, and my mother can tell that I have my expander in my mouth (from the orthodontist) because she says it changed the shape of my face pretty drastically right at first.

So we’ve gathered it’s probably the spring of 1991.  I have a hard time telling the difference between 3rd and 4th grade.

Overall, I’m getting pretty good at just looking at my hairstyle and judging the year.  Makes me thankful for that great late 80’s/early 90’s hair.  :)

I need to gather some more information:

• When I got my braces ON.
• The birthdays of my niece and nephew.
• The dates my father moved houses.

That information will help me.

As I go through the pictures, I pick some favorites to keep (and eventually display in some way) and throw the rest into a box.  When I’m feel particularly courageous, I’m going to THROW THE BOX AWAY.  Probably after I’ve backed up the scans on disc and the external hard drive.  :)

It feels really really really good to do this.

If you come over, you will know this insane project is why my house is a total pit.  :)