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My Tips for Making a Photo Book

I sort of consider myself the unofficial family historian.  I make about four photo books a year, plus two for my mom, and occasionally I make books for other family members.

I scrapbooked for several years, but quickly found myself falling behind.  I started making photo books when I got a coupon for a free book from Shutterfly.  I quickly put a book together and was very pleased with the results.

At first, I intended for photo books to merely supplement my scrapbooks, but I quickly abandoned that idea and switched entirely over to photo books.  With my transition from film to digital photography, the change made sense.

Making a photo book can seem intimidating.  I want to make every detail perfect, which sometimes makes it hard to get started.  So here are my tips for making a photo book:

  • Write – Sure, you can make a book with only (or mostly) just pictures, but how then will you remember all the things you want to remember?  I generally write at least a sentence or two about each event, describing context and my feelings about it.  Names and dates are especially important to record.
  • Buy the extra pages – Most companies give you a certain number of pages and you have to pay more for extra.  It’s worth it!  If you feel you need more pages to tell your story, then you will regret trying to squish it into fewer just to save a few bucks.
  • Keep your pages uncluttered – I have a near-phobia of empty space on the page, and am the complete opposite of a minimalist.  On the other hand, trying to cram in too many pictures or adding a lot of decorations to the page can overwhelm the story you’re trying to tell.
  • When it comes to fonts, simple is better –  Using too many different fonts is distracting, and the more decorative the font, the harder it is to read.  I typically pick 2-4 fonts to use throughout a book, but don’t use more than 2 on any given page.
  • Use all the photos you want – Many designers advise photo book makers to use only a few photos per page.  I typically use 4-9 photos per page.  I’ve found that with more than that, your pictures are too small to see much detail, but don’t be afraid to use more than the recommended 1-3 photos per page.  Above all, if you really love a picture, make sure to include it.
  • Customize – There are a lot of options in how exactly to design your book.  You can use the preset backgrounds and layouts, or you can customize where you want your photos and text, how big to make them, etc.  Customizing your book is more work, but it will let you showcase the pictures you really want to focus on.
  • Do what makes you happy – Ignore any advice that you don’t like.  A photo book isn’t about impressing other people (okay, it kind of is), but it’s really about preserving your memories.  Do whatever helps you record the things you want to remember.
  • Done is better than perfect – I read this advice about essay writing, and it seriously changed my life.  You can agonize forever over making every detail just so.  But as long as it’s nowhere but your computer, it might as well be lost in cyberspace.  At some point, just print it and be happy.

Below are links to some sites that help you make photo books.  There are many more, but I’ve only included ones that I’ve looked into and seem to me like a good product.  I don’t recommend Snapfish; I’ve ordered prints from them a few times and was not at all happy with their quality.  I’ve used Shutterfly for several years, and they make quality books.  I’ve seen books from Blurb and Mixbook that my friends made, and they looked like good products.  From their website, My Publisher also looks like a good product.

CNET’s review of photo book companies



Personal History Through Pictures

Remember film cameras?  I sure do.  It was agony to send my film off to be developed, hoping I would get good pictures back.  I was just getting started with photography, so a lot of my pictures didn’t come out too well, and film was expensive, so my parents would only buy me so many rolls.

Digital photography was revolutionary.  Suddenly, I could take hundreds of more pictures without any additional cost, and, I could see the pictures right away.  If a picture didn’t come out well, I could take another one right away, rather than missing the moment.  Because of the immediate feedback, it was also easier to see what worked and what didn’t, helping me hone my skills.

Printing physical pictures created a lot of clutter.  I scrapbooked and made physical albums for several years, but I could never keep up.  (In fact, it took me 9 years to finish my wedding album.)

Social media allows us to share our photos with all our friends and family in an instant.  It can even be immediate, if we use our smartphones.

Now, instead of physical clutter, we have digital clutter.  I don’t even know how many photos I’ve uploaded to Facebook.  Don’t ask how many are on my computer.  I’ve started saving my photos to flash drives to make room on my hard drive.

So what do we do with all these photos?

Physical albums still have an important role.  A physical book preserves our personal and family histories, without having to scroll through your Facebook feed for ten minutes looking for a specific picture or event.

I actually love to go back and look through my photo books.  I tell my husband that someday he will, too, when he’s old and sentimental.

I don’t know if my many photo books will be meaningful to anyone else, since so far I don’t have any children.  But I hope that someday, my efforts to photo book these hundreds of pictures will matter.  Someday, someone will look at these books and learn about their grandparents or great-grandparents or…you get the idea.

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Mashed Bananas on Toast

You’re going to think I’m totally weird.  Okay, I am totally weird, but keep reading anyway.

This might change your life.

I am about to explain to you how to make mashed bananas on toast, or, as I usually call it, “mashed nanas on toast.”  I learned this from my dad, who learned this from his mom.  I don’t know if it goes back any farther than that, but that’s far enough to say it’s been passed down in the family.



Use bananas that are ripe, and even heading towards overripe.  Add a glop of the fruit spread of your choice.


Then you mash it all up.  I ended up adding a third banana.  You can add more banana or more fruit spread as suits you.


Then you spread it on toast.  I grew up on wheat bread, but once I started buying my own groceries, I found I rather preferred sourdough.  You can also spread butter on the toast first, but I didn’t (sorry, Dad).

This made enough for 6 pieces of toast.  On average, one banana yields enough for two pieces of toast.  You may need several napkins.

Go ahead, try it.

It may change your life.


Memories of my Grandparents

As a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, family history is a big deal.  But recently, with the death of my grandma on my dad’s side, and the decline of my grandma on my mom’s side, I realized I have little of my family history preserved.  At least, family history going further back than my own childhood.

We have the genealogy, so that’s not a problem.  But many of the stories about my grandparents and the stories of their lives have not been written down, and now there is no way to ask them.  (Both my grandpas died during my preteen years.)

So I’ve embarked upon family history projects, to scan old pictures and write down (and badger my family into writing down) stories about our grandparents/parents.  The work is going slowly, but at least I’ve started.  Today I felt impressed to share what I’ve written about my mom’s parents:

Going to Grandma and Grandpa’s house was always exciting. Their house had three stories, which was very exciting to kids whose house only had two, and were only allowed on the first floor. Grandma would let us eat sugary cereal and cookies, play Nintendo, and watch the same two cartoon movies over and over again (Tom and Jerry: The Movie and The Magic Trolls and the Troll Warriors.) Downstairs we loved to play fooseball and table hockey. The backyard was an adventure land, with overgrown plant life and lots of places to hide. Every time we left to go home, Grandpa would offer us a candy orange slice.

Thanksgiving was always at Grandma and Grandpa’s house. I remember Grandma adding flour to the turkey gravy to thicken it up. She told me not to tell Grandpa, since he didn’t like her to add the flour.

Christmas Eve was also always at Grandma and Grandpa’s house, with the extended family. There was always a boot present from them to each grandkid. One year they bought me a brown teddy bear, which is named “Benjamin.” At their house was a Christmas tree with a model train running around it. Grandpa read to us How the Grinch Stole Christmas every Christmas Eve, with lots of great voices.

One Christmas Eve, Grandpa told me a special visitor would be coming. The family was so surprised when a magician arrived! Grandpa looked at me and said “I told you someone was coming!” It was like our little joke. I was entranced by the magic show. There was one trick with color-changing wooden rabbits, which was an especially funny trick to play with our family, since all the boys except one are color-blind.

When Mom and Dad wanted to get away from us kids, we always went to Grandma and Grandpa’s. One year, when Mom and Dad we’re going to the Renaissance Faire, they asked us kids if we wanted to go to the faire or to Grandma and Grandpa’s. I said to Grandma and Grandpa’s. As much as I enjoyed faire, I couldn’t resist the lure of visiting Grandma and Grandpa. (When Mom and Dad came to pick us up and were dressed in their costumes, I started crying because I hadn’t gone. Ah, an early lesson in opportunity cost.)

I used to sit with Grandma and she would tell me about her life. She told me about when she was a girl in Utah and she would go to the local cemetery and have picnics on a stone lion that was there as a memorial for someone. She told me about how she and Grandpa eloped. I wasn’t quite sure what “eloped” meant, but I was sure it was something exciting.

I know how much Grandma has missed Grandpa since he died.  When she is gone, I’ll miss her, too, but I’ll be comforted to know that she is with Grandpa again.