Sunday in the city. All weekend I've been rummaging through scraps of paper. Finding all the old pieces calling out for a new life. Some are vintage, most are not, just random collage bits or thick slices of paper I've been meaning to do something with. But haven't.
I sat on the floor and pulled down box after box of scraps and began sifting. Panning for gold. I store EVERYTHING in labeled rectangular plastic boxes that are about 1-2 inches deep and 9 by 12 inches wide. It certainly looks efficient and orderly. Until scraps began to migrate into boxes not their own. It's bound to happen.
I began building my prototype. As I cut, folded, stitched, and assembled things, new ideas swam to the surface. Old ideas gave way to better ideas. Which is why I hatched the plan to not only build the journal with you, but to FILL IT UP with you too! Who needs another fabulous blank journal sitting around gathering dust?
Imagining, then basting together ideas for an online class is a real boon to the creative psyche. As I whittle down and sharpen my ideas for SHABBY SCRAPS, naturally I'll share them with you, kind and indulgent readers. An enormous, but quiet thank you for being such a constant audience for all of my creative impulses.