here in LA the heat has been intense. i’ve been inside, affixing pressed flowers from my roadtrip to the pages of my sketchbook.
usually i use packing tape, but thought i’d try a different method. i used quite a bit of modpodge under, and in some cases on top, of each flower.
life is an experiment. let’s see what happens.
next time i travel i’m going to use an old hardback book and a couple of thick rubberbands to press my flower collections. this time i just used my kia car manual. worked fine, but i think something more romantic like a vintage book will be better. i know there are flower pressing kits, but don’t want to spend the money on a contraption i won’t use consistently. i’m sure you’ll offer your opinions and i look forward to reading them.
perhaps if i time travel back to victorian times i can interview some little old ladies about their methods. any chance i have to interview a LOL about anything, i’m on it!
weren’t the victorians really into flower pressing? i could google that to find out i suppose, but that wouldn’t be as enjoyable as time traveling or having one of you give me some insider tips. would it?
no no no it wouldn’t.
this is my big visual journal/sketchbook. only 1 page left. i keep saying when i finish it i guess i’ll have to return to venice to the little store where i bought the portfolio i used to create it (i sewed the pages into it).
and get another.
i also said…when i ran out of my bag of divine angelina’s hot chocolate mix i purchased in paris back in 2011 i’d have to return there.
this giant bag lasted me a few years. i used it only on special occasions. temps must’ve dropped below 50 on the night in question in the photo above. oh and while i’m at it, the cup above has so far survived without being broken. i got it at a craft fair in budapest. when it breaks (knock on wood) i suppose i’ll have to return there too.
that’s sister and i in norway. see those white glasses?
bet you know what i’m gonna say next.
i guess you know what i was watching while i was getting some sketching miles on my pen today.
i’ve begun my SNBC (stop nail biting campaign). in about a week i’ll be cured (until my next roadtrip).
i have a travel journal flip through planned.
at the womens’ art colony/camp/commune (still working out a good name!) i hope someone will specialize in manicures and pedicures for peeps like me who are not into spa treatments of any kind. it’s imperative that we have a diverse group of women from all walks of life. dontcha think? lots of weirdos. also i was thinking… someone could teach me to knit. and i need to brush up on my crochet skillz.
just look at this pic of dearest mama moss. from the 1940’s i think. she was just a girl. carol and i wish we’d have inherited her thick hair, but we didn’t. dottie got all the hair.
flash forward to the 1950’s
these are pics of pics so not the clearest. but wait there’s more!
i chat with mama moss on a regular basis. i think some people might call this, “talking to myself.”
mama moss in the middle with some of her sisters and brothers. this must’ve been in the early ’70’s.
miss you mom and aunty critch. xo