When Pigs Fly

"Thinking again?" the Duchess asked, with another dig of her sharp little chin.

"I've a right to think," said Alice sharply, for she was beginning to feel a little worried.
"Just about as much right," said the Duchess, "as pigs have to fly...."

— Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, Chapter 9.

You see, I have this friend... We will call her, Suzanne. At one time (just last week actually), she thought I was a crazy scrapbooker and didn't understand how I could spend time at weekend scrapbooking retreats.

Then it happened. It first started with a text message that read:

"Ok. I'm about to say something really weird. And shocking. You may want to sit down for this. I think I want to try out scrapbooking."

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I thought. I'll believe it when I see it. Never imaging it would actually happen. I mean really, how could it? She was soooooo opposed to the idea and never believed that she was creative enough.

Then it REALLY happened. I received a phone call yesterday that said, "I'm coming over, I want to scrapbook. I am at target buying an album. See you in a few."

My phone fell to the floor. I picked it up to make sure it was working correctly and continued home.

And there she was, waiting at my house when I got home, scrapbook in hand, ready to go.

After a settling a few minor details (ie... getting pictures, ink for printer, putting kids to bed, etc...), Suzanne completed her first very own scrapbook page...

Then her second...

Then her third....

I think this girl is a natural.