It was a chilly March morning, but I felt only warmth as I stepped outside the hospital following my ultrasound. A boy. I cradled my stomach with one hand and grasped my 2 1/2 year old daughter Allie's hand with the other. I was eager to begin making boy things, so we hurried to the car to head to the fabric store. We chattered during the drive thinking of boy names and nursery themes, both equally excited.

As I pulled into the parking lot, my heart sang boy and deep inside my boy screamed "glazed donut." I quickly scanned the strip mall. Ah grocery store with bakery--perfect. Allie and I headed inside to satisfy the craving. Afterwards, we walked down the sidewalk and turned into the fabric store. Only it was not the fabric store. Here was a world of stickers, papers, and all kinds of cute little things. A whole world I did not know existed.  I hesitated and a lady approached with the standard "can I help you?" I mumbled something along the lines of what is this magical place. Fortunately, she took pity on me and only sold me one item--the first Becky Higgins book. And off I went next door to the fabric store.

Oh, was I a goner. Here was a hobby that blended everything I loved all into one--my kids, pictures, sewing, color, metal, beads, ribbon. You name it and it was in there.  Three years have passed since that discovery day. Many items have come and went. I have scrapped for my kids, for gifts, for clients, for a design team, for publication. But, at the heart of it all, I scrap for me. Scrapstreet was born of a friendship between myself and Street Artist Elizabeth. We are both "homescrappers" who enjoy having an online community of women to chat with, whine to, applaud for, and simply enjoy.  So grab your favorite beverage, kick back and tell me "What did you do today?"