I am getting closer to finishing Cathy's Book. Here are some progress pics.
Page one has a pocket with tags. The Vellum says "Kindred Spirits".
On this page, I used corrugated cardboard for the page on the right. After cutting the arch I used blue tissue paper to cover the cardboard around the opening. Next, I added white ink to make it pop. Below, you can see the process a little clearer.
I carried the cord that is used on the cover onto this page. The rose came from an old calendar that my mother had. The background was much too white so I altered it with ink. I think this is my favorite in this book. Well, maybe.
As I discover more information about ephemera I am drawn to Victorian Calling Cards. I have been doing a little research.
"Ladies would leave these cards as a gentle reminder that they had dropped by. The custom of carrying calling or visiting cards began in France in the early 1800's. It quickly spread throughout Europe, and became very popular in the United States, especially the New England area from 1840-1900".
Calling cards were carried primarily by the "well-to-do" ladies who made a point to go calling on friends and family on a specified day of the week or month, depending on their location and proximity to neighbors. They would leave a finely crafted calling card as a gentle reminder that no one was home when they dropped by. A silver tray sat on a table in the entryway and the cards were dropped there. Here is an interesting sample that I found. Thanks to daysofelegance.com for the information and pics!
I like paper. And ribbons, brads, Victorian images, sayings, card stock, bows, watch parts, pressed flowers... you get the idea.
Remember the little square papers you folded in grade school and wrote predictions under the flaps? I do. By the time I got to high school it was paper footballs flicked through hand goal posts in study hall.
I have notebooks filled with things I like, interesting ideas, and wishes, and interesting bits of papers. My mother was always snipping things from magazines and using them to stick needles in, or use as a bookmark in her Bible. Her mother did the same.
My Bibles have always been underlined, and some people would call my Study Bible a mess. But there are pieces of my world there. Every small group I have been in have added words of wisdom that I write in the margins, over the maps, squeezed in between the footnotes. If I find an article I like, it gets snipped out and put into my Bible. All the pieces of paper zipped up into that Bible are so important to me.
When the kids where young, I loved our projects. I would get out paper and paint and let them go to town. If it was snowing outside we would put food coloring and water in squirt bottles and paint the snow. I would take pictures, so what was next? Scrap-booking! Pictures AND pretty paper! Excellent!
I moved next to making cards with the scraps leftover from the scrap-booking, and although I love making cards, the process is quick and fast and just doesn't give me as much pleasure as working a long time on a project.
A few years ago I came across a wonderful craft called Altered Books. I had found my calling.
I get a muse, spend 3 or 4 weeks on a book and slowly but surely it is not mine anymore. Usually, I figure out who it is for after a week or so, and the book becomes personalized. I love to find bits of scrap-booking paper or images that "fit" the future owner of the book.
I hunt for broken costume jewelry and silk flowers. I might tear a stamp off an envelope or add a single ear ring. I pick up odds and ends and they end up in a book. These are called findings.
I have three that I am working on now. I have never made a book for myself, though. And that is okay. All of my books seem to find an owner.
So, before I forget the books and cards I have given away, I have started this blog to share with everyone and to chronicle my art. Thanks for stopping by,