Tuesday, March 22, 2005

Picture This!

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Once upon a time I was one of the most organized, attentive-to-details people around. After all, it was in my genes, part of the nurture/nature syndrome.

What happened? I got married, I had children, I kept a full-time job. One would think those would all be incentives to remain organized and well-managed. Nuh-uh. Not for this chickie.

It's tough, and as hard as we try to arrange and organize, my husband and I are actually redesigning and moving all the time. We're redesigning this pile of stuff and moving it to that pile of stuff. I have a nice-sized home, but 11 1/2 years after getting married, I still have many things at my parents' home because I don't know where to put it in my home. (and their home is MUCH SMALLER than ours, with lots less room) When my father motions for me to take something home from my personal hoarded stock, I say, "Dad, I will...eventually. I just don't know where to put it!"

Among my "accumulations" are photographs. I stopped putting photographs in albums about 8 1/2 years ago -- I kept the film-developing envelopes in grocery market bags. It is a real sore point with my hubby. He says, "If someone visits and asks to see photos of A. when he was in grade one, which supermarket bag will I pull out? Loblaws or Sobeys or No Frills?!"

Yes, to see these bags, wherever they are dispersed in the house, is a painful reminder for me as to the archiving job that lays ahead, and the job I neglected to do for so many years. But I can't JUST put them randomly in an album, either. I may not be so organized anymore, but I AM still very detail-oriented, and I'd have to look at each shot and decide when/where it was taken and write the details on the back of the snapshot. (even though the backside wouldn't be visible when said snapshot is placed in an album) Meshugas, I know...

I think I need about two weeks of fifteen-hour days to correctly assemble and archive and house these photos in some semblance of order. Anybody have any free time to help organize this photographic genizah? Contact me, and we'll see WHAT DEVELOPS...

6 comments:

tuesdaywishes said...

I'm going to tell you what to do with all of those photos, but it takes real guts to do it.

The difference between an amatuer phographer and a professional is that the former shows you ALL of their pictures, the latter only shows the good ones. So be a professional. Get a few "temporary" albums. Open an envelope of photos, and pull out the thre best shots. Put those three in an album, with a Post-it on the page saying 'Grade 1 Sidur Play' or whatever. (Here comes the hard part) Throw away the rest of the prints. You'll never miss them. Someday, you'll properly archive the good pictures, with names and dates, but in the meantime you'll have the best, have lost the rest, and be free of the guilt you feel everytime you pass a bag full of pictures.

I dare you to do it!

tuesdaywishes said...

I'm going to tell you what to do with all of those photos, but it takes real guts to do it.

The difference between an amatuer phographer and a professional is that the former shows you ALL of their pictures, the latter only shows the good ones. So be a professional. Get a few "temporary" albums. Open an envelope of photos, and pull out the thre best shots. Put those three in an album, with a Post-it on the page saying 'Grade 1 Sidur Play' or whatever. (Here comes the hard part) Throw away the rest of the prints. You'll never miss them. Someday, you'll properly archive the good pictures, with names and dates, but in the meantime you'll have the best, have lost the rest, and be free of the guilt you feel everytime you pass a bag full of pictures.

I dare you to do it!

Stacey said...

I love being organized.

Anonymous said...

Sounds to me, that If you don't do something with those photos post-haste, your husband will probably do something drastic that you will not like

torontopearl said...

To Anonymous: Yes, my hubby keeps threatening to do it himself, which freaks me out because he'd do a haphazard job with it. He's given me between the holidays of Pesach and Shavuot to get my act together with those photos, or else...! I guess after all these years he figures "enough's enough"!

torontopearl said...

People alert, people alert: my husband just admitted that he's the one who left the "anonymous" message. What an underhanded, deceitful but really great ploy!
He pulled the wool over my eyes this time! (and I thought he doesn't even read my blog!)