This year is my 3rd year of doing Project Life. I started the year off weekly, which was easy as we were on holidays and lots of things were happening. Here is my title page for this year ...

I continued the weekly layouts for about 2 months, but then I found I was often struggling to find photos for each week and also felt many of the photos were becoming routine. So I changed it up to doing it monthly and it is working so much better for me. March and April were busy months. A Project Life Australia Facebook group camp in Bacchus Marsh the end of March was great - so nice to finally meet up with online friends from the PLA group.

Towards the end of March Heidi Swapp and Becky Higgins came to Australia. Of course I was there at the Spotlight visits to see them both

I had such an awesome day meeting Becky - someone I have been a follower of for many years. She was as lovely as I had imagined she would be. It was a great day catching up with good friends too.

On April 2nd a Project Life Party was held in Sydney. I flew down just for the day with my friends and met up with so many lovely people from the PLA group. Becky made an introduction speech which was just great. I recorded it (on my iPhone and at times not the steadiest of video!) and can be viewed here.

The PLA group gave Becky a mini album filled with cards from us - she was truly grateful for the gift and maybe a tear or two was shed.

It really was a fabulous day (we had so much fun playing with the photo booth props!)

These next few pages are a few pages from the rest of the year

Although I love all the little extra embellishments that can be used in project life layouts, I tend to be pretty minimalist with their use. Wood veneers and patterned transparencies are my favourite extras to use and most layouts I have one or both of them.

I do enjoy the whole project life process and more so when flicking back through the album. I'm so glad I stumbled across project life all those years ago.

The last few days I spent at my Grandparents house with my sisters and cousin sorting through all that is contained within. My Aunt, who has lived here all her life, is moving on and moving out. It is a mammoth task. She has lived here for a very long time and within these walls, a lifetime of love and laughter, sadness and sorrow, joy and contentment has lived.

We reminisced and laughed at memories of times spent there, of Sunday roasts, of Grandma and her eccentric little ways of getting the attention back to her, of my grandfather, a quiet loving man - a gentle giant. Many of these stories I can only vaguely remember as I am the youngest of us all.

But I do remember the sense of anticipation driving to their house on holidays and the smell of the seaside as we got nearer. I remember turning into their driveway and being so happy to be at their house and being embraced by them as only grandparents can do with their grandchildren. The summery and salty night air wafting through the shutters. Of the floods of 1974, where much of Brisbane was inundated with floodwaters, walking out with my sister (I was 11 and she was 13) in the flooded street with water up to our armpits - such fun we were having, despite our grandmother on the fronts steps begging for us to come back - she was worried we would be swept out to sea - it was all such an adventure to us (and we were lucky we weren't swept out to sea as we were actually one with Moreton Bay at this stage and The Sea was a few feet away from us !!)

I remember driving into the backyard, usually in the front as I was the youngest, and would spy my grandmother watching us through the shutters as we arrived. She was everything that a grandmother should be - kind gentle and with a great sense of humour - she would hang washing out on the Hills Hoist at night armed with a golf club to whack a cane toad or two if they dare be out there when she was.

The path along which Grandma would whack a toad or two !!

Memories of my father and his girls walking out on the beach at Sandgate at low tide - the sand was filled with jellyfish and of course Dad thought it a great joke to throw them at his screaming girls. My eldest sister doing the same to no 2 sister, which horrified her. There was no holding back for youngest of us either - we copped the jellyfish plonked into our bathers when we weren't looking !! Childhood memories. Aren't they the best !!t

Whilst there I came across a folded piece of paper. It was a life insurance policy statement requesting payment for overdue premiums. It was for £8 and was dated October 2nd 1952 - 62 years ago nearly to the day. It has my grandmothers writing and signature on it. It tells me though that they also struggled (or simply forgot) to pay their bills on time. It is a little piece of their everyday. I love this little piece of history.

Amongst the piles of belongings were a few photo albums. Old dusty covers that held decades of photos of past and present generations. All of us took great interest in the photos of the past and took photos of these photos. Many of the faces we recognised but some weren't familiar. If it wasn't for my aunt and her clear memory, these faces and their place in the family picture, would go on unrecognisable and be lost. We need the words to connect the dots. Photos are just photos. Without words, there's no explanation, no meaning.

What are we to our future family when all is said and done? Do they want that fine bone china dinner set that you bought at one of the post Christmas sales one year or that lace doily that sat underneath one of the many ornaments in your house?

Or would they want to have a piece of you and your history, recorded by you of your life, as you lived it. The good, the bad and the sometimes ugly. Photos of people and places that made up your life - your home and family life as well as friends and work colleagues, holidays and home life. Photos and memories of what IT truly was all about. Not just the 'events' in our lives but a real picture of the everyday.

I found a receipt the other day. It was for a life insurance policy that have got in arrears (they too sometimes got way layers in paying their bills!) On that folded piece of paper was my grandmothers signature and was for payment of 8 pounds to bring the policy up to date. It is dated 6th October 1952 - 62 years ago nearly to the day. This little piece of paper tells me more than any china cup and saucer ever will. I have her handwriting on it and I will treasure it.

This upcoming generation won't have photos in albums to look back on, to find tucked away in boxes in years to come. They will all be digital, hidden away on iPhones and iCloud storage, on Facebook and Instagram - and then only photos that 'look good', the selfie or the new pair of shoes with filters and apps to make even the most plain photo something amazing.

I am the memory keeper in my family. To many it is a mere hobby, an activity to fill in time. But to me it is so much more. When future generations look upon it they will be able to read all about the photos and the memories and really get a real snapshot of the past. I know it is important. I hope they will thank me.