Scrappy

I'm an eager observer of pop culture yet I've failed to get my head around this scrapbooking phenomenon.

It's difficult to turn around without encountering a retailer like this Westport Road establishment. You can't pick up a remote control without finding television programming dedicated to the concept.

What gives? Can't an old lady simply walk out of a Wal*Mart with a photo album, scissors and tape? She can even buy a bit of ribbon when she wants to walk on the wild side.

I'm clearly missing something. Maybe there's some kind of secret glue-sniffing component to the hobby. That would explain everything.