i finished sister’s and my travel journals. mine is above left, as yet unbound in this photo. i finished the binding today, but went down for a nap before i could take a pic in daylight. on the right is the 2015 travel journal. nearly twice as large.
it seems every time i bind a new travel journal, i do something slightly different that i’m unsure of at the time. how will it work out? i don’t know let’s see…
last year’s quandry was stitching my signatures together and then doing a chimp version of a case binding. it was bulging, but the end result was a big sturdy book. surely capable of being thrown out of a train into a speeding motorbike’s sidecar. it seems i did that. the throwing thing. but i can’t be sure. it’s all a blur now.
this is my first hobbit-sized sketchbook slash travel journal. uncertain how that will play out. we’ll see.
i love the smallness of it. it’s going to fit so nicely into my bag and i’ll be able to tote it all over stockholm. with the convenient attached textile tie i can easily take down a would-be villain on the bus in no time flat. i forcefully swing it out, knock them in the temple, then finish them off with a swift kick to the shins.
the people of the bus applaud wildly (somehow i can’t really see swedes doing this part) and then i get the keys to the city.
i wish i would stop fantasizing about my own heroics, but alas i cannot.
since menopause the fantasies have increased. hormones?
the second i land in stockholm i am running non-stop to the allotment gardens of tantolunden. i am going to roll about on the grass, jump over fences, sit in everyone’s garden chairs, poke my head in their windows, and in general make a nuisance of myself.
in a very quiet introverted sort of way of course.
ingrid tells me the helvetia stamps are actually swiss.
my swedish stamps arrived safe and sound. i spread them all over the kitchen table and had a close look.
wyatt has healed very nicely. stitches out of his temple on friday. he sends well wishes and greetings to all of your fur people. and also. he keeps checking the porch for smelly brown paper wrapped packages of fish.
did one of you promise him something?
i finished the production side of class when i uploaded the last of the class videos on monday. i love my cute people in the facebook group. no really i do. especially the beginners who are posting their work. i take a singular pleasure in seeing people on wobbly legs start to become more sure of themselves. bolder. more confident. pleased with their efforts. it is the very best thing about hosting these online adventures. i imagine each person as a floppy doll. i sew sturdy paper wings on their backs (using duct tape for reinforcement) and away they go. off into the wild blue yonder.
of course some of the class members were already painting long before they joined up with us in class. they are special too because they shine large beacons of light along the path. fly this way. over here!
this group is so so active. if any of you are reading this i’m blowing kisses to you all.
see everyone soon. i’ll just be here. making preparations for my great expedition to sweden with my sister!