Lovebird Ladybird

sorry I smell like frosting

I woke up around 7:30 this morning to take puppy outside. The sky was getting lighter and I could tell that I had just missed it in full pink. There were still traces.

I'm in the process of moving and as such my days are now filled with packing and planning and daydreaming about how I will make the new space pretty. I'm trying to put off packing my art stuff till the end. We'll see how that goes.

Mary Ann's inky red circles stay with me and surface frequently.



Come closer!



I found this post dealie (not sure of it's actual name) the other day and decided to make a scrap heap with it.











I like this mash up of papers and photos and scrappy wonderfulness a lot. I don't know that I want to write in it (yet). I think I will keep adding to it until it is a thick mass of a creature. Might look cool if I hang it?
We'll see.. Well, I'm off and I might not be heard from for a week or so with the moving craziness getting into full gear here in a few days. I shall return with photos of new furniture arrangements. If I don't get that far there's always photos of the potential that is empty rooms of new homes. Hooray!

xo

how i love you in the evening

I had an interesting evening last night. I'm in the middle of packing and I happen to be very easily distracted. This is a terrible combination if you're one of those people that's actually looking to get things accomplished.

I will get a box packed and then come across something that takes my attention away entirely from the task at hand. Last night that was a big pile of old, old journals and altered books. Old as in circa 2002-2003. Some of the journal entries were depressing and embarrassing but for the most part I came away with a new appreciation for myself. I saw myself in a new light and finally got it- I was a really funny and sassy and capricious young lady in between bouts of depression. I laughed out load a number of times and was excited by some of my early attempts at altered books. I feel like some photos are in order.

I found this in an old journal. I love the idea that this lady is playing bingo with my medication.
FYI- paxil is bad news. ha.

Okay, onto my first ever attempts with altered books. I didn't discover art journals until years
after this. Kinda wishing it had been sooner- but all in good time, right?

 

Back to the future! My board book art journal is done! I'm kinda sad but really proud of myself at the same time.

I still need to put the end date on the cover.



The page that is open the farthest  was my last bit
of work in this book. I like it a lot- I glued some lace down as a dress for that
stenciled woman and then sewed beads and pearls and fishing lures onto it. The book
won't close now but who cares! It turned out pretty sweet. Upward and onward!