I guess I'm not out of my book making jones yet. I meant to tackle my disorderly studio for a good clean up but when I went to change the kraft paper under my painting area I went into a swoon over all the random color. And then I decided to make it into a booklet to slip into my purse. So that when I have a brilliant idea I can just whip it out and write it on something deliciously beautiful. Yeah, baby.
So I tore it all up with a ruler and divided it into 3 signatures. Then I sewed the signatures coptic style into a booklet. Viola.
In some ways I find this brown paper as beautiful as the most expensive hand made. It records every splotch of moisure with such exquisite sensitivity. I love those ripples and curls.
This is my favorite bit. Where the cover page is torn and reveals a peek at what's below. Color. I need it like I need oxygen.
This is the back of the spine. It is not a fat book but I dont want a fat book for my little notes.
Here we go. Ready for its new home inside my purse. It's the little things. Simple and joyful.