. . . photo albums. For all the blood, sweat and tears (literally) that went into these, the final product looks somewhat underwhelming. This is actually one album, made three times. The photos are from my great-aunt's 90th birthday and I made one album for her, one for my parents and one for me.

I used to make all of my photo albums but in recent years I've gone off it. It seemed as though making them was getting harder and harder to do (you should see the 'threadmarks' I got after this batch) which is pretty much the opposite of what I expected. Under normal circumstances this sort of thing is meant to get easier the more times I do it.
After I'd had a bit of a think about it I realised that the reason it's getting harder is that the albums I'm making are getting bigger and bigger. Back when I started making albums I was using an SLR and paying a small fortune to get a roll of film processed. The crippling price of photos meant my albums usually didn't stretch much past 10 pages.
These days, with digital cameras and 10 cent prints, I've suddenly found I've got hundreds of photos all looking for a home.
I'm not really sure this epiphany changes anything. Or even where I'm going with this. Clearly I need to get out more.