Page Flip Photo Album

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Does anyone know what the best way to make an interactive album is? By interactive album, I mean an album where I want to put wedding cards received on the pages that people can open, a double-sided invitation that can be flipped to see the back, etc. I was thinking of just securing one edge with scotch tape, but it looks tacky. I was trying to think of a better way. Does anyone know a better way to do this?
What do I do if they never decide to accept it?
Sorry those details were for a different question.

There are a couple of ways I have secured double sided cards. One is to simply use an attractive envelope the size of the cards. I have used it as is with the flap of the envelope facing out (glue the front to the scrapbook page) then slide the card into the envelope. The card is easy to slide out and look at and replace when you are done.

You can also alter the envelope by cuttin a window in the front of the envelope. glue vellum from the inside of the envelope. then moisten the glue of the flap and glue it down. Once this has all dried cut the top of the envelope off so that the envelope will be open while maintaining it's integrity. glue the back of the envelope to the page and slip the card inside. Now the card is secure and removeable to see the other side and you can see the front of the card before removing from the envelope.

Another way is to place an eyelet just above the cards and just below it. un twne or colored thread through the eyelets and tie at the upper eyelet. Run a very thin line along the inside fold line and slip the card under thetwine and nestle the string into the glue. Allow it to dry before closing the card.

This method is to make an envelope from vellum and secure the fold to the scrapbook with cord before cloing it. The cord can be secured in the fold of the book and tied in the spine of the book. the card remains protected yet visible. Though this does not allow you to see inside the card.

And the last method is for when you want to preserve the stamp and addressing on the envelope. as in the first method put eyelets above and below where you want the card to be. Insert the ties from behind the page so ends are on right side and tie. Slide the envelope flap under and allow ties to rest in fold. Glue the flap down to envelope body. After this is dry you will cut 1/16th from bottom of the envelop. The card can then be slid into the envelope and all is visible.

2008-06-05 17:41:07 by B

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flip pages without the other person having to download anything?

try

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2006-10-04 10:52:30 by NB75244

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ok i have a unfinished 48 page story and i was wondering if you people on yahoo could read the first page or so and tell me how it sounds, i don't quite care about grammar and punctuation i know there are lots of those errors i just wanna know what you think about it. and no this is not an autobiography, it does look like a big papragraph but i havent gotten around to putting more spces into it yet, remeber its just a rough draft. its long but enjoy.

The photo album was old, worn, and torn, but it didn’t stop me from looking at pictures of my falling apart family. I opened the front cover, only to meet the grassy green eyes of my long lost mother. Her hair was cherry red, and her face was full of color and life. My father did say I looked like her, but she’s prettier than I am. The photo underneath was of her pregnant with me and my twin brother Adrian; standing underneath a willow tree, with an ice cream in her hand and a smile on her face. I have no memories of my mother. Evidently enough my mother was killed bringing me and my twin brother home from the hospital. We were hit by a drunk driver at three in the afternoon. My father has always felt guilty about her death, maybe because he picked the rout to go home, or so he tells me. My dad always told me she was a loving and compassionate person. I wonder what my family would be like if she were still with us. I stared at my mothers face and wondered what she was like, or what if would have been like to have her wrap her arms around you when you had a nightmare or a gentle, soft kiss on the forehead. Life growing up without her wasn’t hard, she was never there and I never knew her so I couldn’t really miss having a mother; but growing up without her certainly wasn’t easy, it always felt like something was missing from my life. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine her alive with my father, but the only memories of my father were the ones of him drinking or coming home drunk. Funny as it seems I don’t remember the good time with him, it seemed like the only images of him that I remember were of him passed out on the couch. I opened my eyes and flipped the page. It was an article; in big black letters on top it said “1 Man, 3 victims, 3 different decades.” It was almost fate for my mother to die. Four days before me and Adrian were born, when she went into labor, she was kidnapped by the man who had murdered my great grand father and my grandmother. He attempted to kill my mother and she escaped with her life, and ours. The next picture was of my father holding me and my brother, in the hospital he was wearing his cop uniform and had a big grin plastered on his face. Considering my parents only knew each other for nine months they loved each other, a lot. I looked at the picture underneath, it was of my father holding up a bottle of whiskey and smiling, that smile makes me sick; his smile is bigger then one in the other picture, the one of him holding us. *** hole. My father never used to drink, it all started when my brother and I were in grade 1. I remember this because he couldn’t afford to pay our student fees at the beginning of the year. He was kicked off the force nine years ago, for tampering with evidence a few to many times, I’m still not sure who he was trying to protect, only god knows what goes through my fathers head, I bet even my dad doesn’t know. I flipped the page, the first picture was of me in my karate outfit, my hair was cherry red, my eyes were grassy green, and I looked happier then my dad with whiskey. Maybe I do look like my mother. In middle school I took karate; I have a black belt. I’m dangerous to piss off. I closed the album worthless piece of ****. It doesn’t do anything, but bringing back memories that took many years to forget about. What does my dad do now that he doesn’t have a job? You’d think he would have done the stereotype thing and been a bartender but no, he grows weed in his house. I guess it was to get back at the legal system for kicking him off the force. My brother, Adrian, sells our fathers’ weed to his friends. My father doesn’t know about it, he’s to drunk to ever notice him stealing it. Nice family, eh? Well I wasn’t any better, I was kicked out of high school for dealing weed to the students, and I violently assaulted my ex boyfriend for cheating on me, with my best friend, Bailey, then I set Baileys’ front lawn on fire. I haven’t talked to either of them since. I’ve been clean of all drugs and violence for three years. I have been through rough times; thankfully they are over. Now all I have to do sit back and live my life the way lives are supposed to be lived. But I still wonder what life would be like with my mother kicking around, maybe my father wouldn’t be a drunk drug dealer maybe we would be a fairly tale family, and everything would be perfect...

Kind of hard to tell. Would like to see more of it.

2008-09-07 20:35:13 by im magical baby!

i warn you its kinda long, and has some swearing. but i dont really care about punctuation or words being misspelled (i can fix those things easy, with help becasue i aint that talenteed) i just want to know if the writting is good.

The photo album was old, worn, and torn, but it didn’t stop me from looking at pictures of my falling apart family. I opened the front cover, only to meet the eyes of my long lost mother. Her hair was cherry red, her eyes were grassy green and her face was full of color and life. My father did say I looked like her, but she’s prettier than I am. The photo underneath was of her pregnant with me and my twin brother Adrian; standing underneath a willow tree, with an ice cream in her hand and a smile on her face. I have no memories of my mother. She was killed 20 years ago; evidently enough my mother was killed bringing me and my twin brother home from the hospital with my brother and I. We were hit by a drunk driver at three in the afternoon. So I’ve been told she was a loving and compassionate person. I wonder what my family would be like if she were still with us. I stared at my mothers face and wondered what she was like, or what if would have been like to have her rap her arms around you when you had a nightmare or a gentle, soft kiss on the forehead. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine her alive with my father, but the only memories of my father were the ones of him drinking or coming home drunk. Funny as it seems I don’t remember the good time with him, it seemed like the images of him passed out on the couch were burnt to the back of my head. I opened my eyes and flipped the page. It was an article; in big black letters on top it said “1 Man, 3 victims, 3 different decades.” It was almost fate for my mother to die. Four days before me and Adrian were born, when she went into labor, she was kidnapped by the man who had murdered my great grand father and my grandmother. He attempted to kill my mother and she escaped with her life, and ours. The next picture was of my father holding me and my brother, in the hospital he was wearing his cop uniform and had a big grin plastered on his face. Considering my parents only knew each other for nine months they loved each other, a lot. I looked at the picture underneath, it was of my father holding up a bottle of whiskey and smiling, this smile makes me sick; this smile is bigger then one in the other picture, the one of him holding us. Ass hole. My father drinks, excessively now. He was kicked off the force nine years ago, for tampering with evidence a few to many times, I’m still not sure who he was trying to protect. I flipped the page, the first picture was of me in my karate outfit, my hair was cherry red, my eyes were grassy green, and I looked happier then my dad with whiskey. Maybe I do look like my mother. In middle school I took karate; I have a black belt. I’m dangerous to piss off. I closed the album worthless piece of shit. Doesn’t do nothing, but bringing back memories that took my years to forget about. What does my dad do now that he doesn’t have a job? You’d think he would have done the stereotype thing and been a bartender but no, he grows weed in his house. My brother, Adrian, sells our fathers’ weed to his friends. Nice family, eh? What about me? I took a few bad turns on the path of life, I was kicked out of high school for dealing weed to the students, I violently assaulted my ex boyfriend for cheating on me, with my best friend, Bailey, then I set Baileys’ front lawn on fire. I have quite the record. Too bad my father wasn’t a cop when it happened, he could have protected me. I’ve been clean of all drugs and violence for three years. I wonder what life would be like with my mother kicking around. I shall never know.

i found the start extremely interesting. like a book i would devour immediately. however, as i read on, it became increasingly annoying, because it was rushed, and it began to lack emotion.

plot seems a bit overused to me, but with a creative twist, it could come up into a really interesting read.

i would read it, though.

2008-09-02 02:35:37 by im magical baby!