More polaroids to scrapbook
For the first time in a while, I’m back to blogging from my very own living room in my very own chair at a respectable hour of the day. Quite novel, really. After my week in Portland, I stopped in Kansas City to visit family (as well as more work stuff) and found there was quite the collection of old Polaroids to go along with that first birthday photo I scrapped not all that long ago. It turns out my grandfather was pretty much in love with instant film for several years, as there are Polaroid images galore to document my life from ages one to five. Especially Christmas. I seriously have a Polaroid with me on Santa’s lap. I am completely in awe of its coolness.
So this is the very first thing I have scrapped upon unpacking all my craft gear from my suitcase. I wanted to share this with you yesterday but I was so stuck for a title that it sat on my desk overnight. This morning I woke up realising what I remember most about this place – that it felt glamorous to go to the lake and stay in a house so close to the water. Let me explain why…
For those of you who aren’t familiar with the geography of the individual states, if you draw an asterisk over the lower forty-eight, I come from the middle of the asterisk. That big purple rectangle in the middle that is Kansas? It is pretty much as landlocked as you can get. So beaches were not really something I grew up with. That big glamorous lake in the Polaroid? It’s in the next door state of Missouri, so a lake is still the only kind of beach on offer. And even then, this isn’t a natural lake. The Lake of the Ozarks didn’t even exist until it opened in 1931. So you can understand the midwestern spirit of a beachfront – let’s make a giant lake and be far more concerned with lots of land along the edge than how much open space exists in the middle, and as a result there will be a seemingly endless amount of beachfront (okay, lakefront) property.
One little work adventure on this trip took me not all that far from this lake, and I have to say it hasn’t really changed all that much since way back when. Lots of old pick-up trucks and small family-owned stores and the occasional hitchhiker at the side of the highway. I’m guessing there are many Polaroid cameras in closets of almost every house.
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Map image courtesy of Graphics Fairy.
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