Professional photo organizer
Oh. my. goodness.
My grandma mentioned last week that she's started trying to arrange her photos - spanning back eighty years, because she finally got tired of my grandpa saying he'll do it. For the last twenty-six years. (Apparently, when I was born my grandma noticed their growing collection of photo-filled boxes and my grandpa said, "Oh yeah! I'll put those in an album this weekend so we can make room for Heather's baby pictures." Uh-huh.) I offered to do it for her.
I was telling my mom on the way home from my grandparents this morning, after I picked up all her boxes and boxes of photos, that I have always wanted to start a business, but I need to pin-point what I'm good at. And this is what I'm good at. Organizing people's lives. I spend a good deal of my time at home rearranging things. One christmas break, I did this for my mother - put fourty-some years of photos into albums. On another break, I reorganized (and threw away everything in) her kitchen. I'd love to be a professional organizer. So, combine that with the whole family nostaliga thing I described in the last post, and it's like a dream project!
But of course we never think of these things until just before I leave, so now I have hundreds and hundreds of photos to organize and label and place in books before Wednesday morning. They are incredible though! There are yellowed photos of my grandpa and even my great-grandpa in their 20's in their military uniforms (WWI and WWII). Pictures of my grandma as a toddler. Great stuff.
But, can I finish by Wednesday??
By the way, I really enjoyed everyone's personal 'stories' in the comments of the last post. I'd love hear more if you want to share, here or on your own blog.