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.
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