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Yesterday I made another Moleskine cover, from a picture I found of a barn swallow about to fly. I think these wings were carrying the force of something fierce, just about to throw a body of blood and bones high into the air…this cover is for sale…it’s almost Christmas…support your local artist… reeveal.etsy.com …
Progress!
I’ve started to daydream again about journals, after a long drought, and you’ll never guess what. Yes, I am indeed resurrecting the Grey Goose … partly because Marshall just read A Severe Mercy for the first time and we visited the Vanauken’s church in Virginia a couple of weekends ago, and partly because I saw the category “Grey Goose Journals” in my Etsy shop so sadly empty and I realized it did not have to be sadly empty. I’ve been inspired by Chloe’s sister’s fabric pieced birds … and think I’m going to try and piece these birds, which I found on the very first page of Google images: “grey goose bird.” This will the be the first book I’ve done as art in a while … I’m so, so excited. It will have to be expensive because I’m not sure I’ll want to sell it.
The problem here is durability. If I were gluing these pieces to a canvas board, all’s well; since I have to sew them to a book, which is at least meant to be opened, closed, crammed, thrown, hit, kissed & caressed, I have to come up with some fairly practical methods which will more than likely cramp my style. You can lift your glass and toast me, here. It will be an endeavour. In fact, please lift your glasses, please call me and take me out for a glass, let’s all have a glass.
I’m listening to Luigi Boccherini’s string quartet in E (op 13, no 5), minuet, on the radio and our kitten, Patrick, is lying on the lap and the laptop…asleep. he’s fond of me. I value the friendships of children and animals. where have I heard this music? all the opuses and no.’s and 13’s and 5’s are throwing me off, not to mention this guy’s name (I haven’t heard of him), but I’m sure I’ve heard this. in a dream, maybe. oh it’s lovely.
but: I’m here to alert any and all to the fact that I FINALLY have put journals on Etsy, after more than two years of “meaning to.” I’ve graciously put a link on my site, here, so you can go shop. I didn’t mean to do this on “black Friday,” but certainly have. oh well. anyway. please go and look, if you have no money (like me). I just am so “excited.” (that last bit was a remark on the amount of quotation marks I’ve used in this post so far.)
I think Sunday is the day for the Christmas tree. we (Emily & I) went to Amvets to get old glass Christmas balls and then hung them and Natalie’s gold-glitter stars from the porch ceiling, here and there. it’s just so ready for our big Christmas Fun party…it looks like a magical land, out there. gold and green balls, the Christmas lights reflected in the old, powdered insides of the balls … oh it’s just magical. and you can hardy even see that they’re hung with dark green thread, at night! this is going to be the best party. and the most interesting Christmas yet, for me, who am going to shop for, own, and decorate my first ever tree. I think we’re going to do something really trashy and cut out the blue ribbons on a few PBR cans and string them onto the tree with red ribbon. but they’ll be at home, there, certainly. also popcorn strings and … well, probably I’ll be making ornaments. lights. the silver and green and gold Christmas balls that I bought just and especially for my tree. oh. lovely.
I don’t know why I love Christmas trees. but oh,
I do.
Patrick is lying on the mouse pad thing on the laptop and confusing the hell out of the cursor. moving it to the left with his sleeping cheek and sleeping whiskers. also his sleeping ear.
Chloe is here from Wales, now, and it’s nice to have people in the house. so nice. I love being alone, but that’s for the bedroom; the kitchen and living rooms should be populated…
and now for a preview, for those of you who are going to buy these quality hand-made journals, and for those who are going to look at them and appreciate them:
