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Some of you who know me personally know I can get prrretty outta hand sometimes. Yup like crazy slowdown-cowboy type wild and that folks was precisely me all weekend. Getting all wild all by my lonesome by doing nothing all. I missed community and friends so much while I was away and there are literally days where I am gyrating off decaf cause I’ve had so many coffees with lovely people but sometimes I am simply a loner and I want no other company besides myself. I like not having to have constant stimulation and company in order to feel alive, I like defying the social standards of going out every Friday and Saturday night just to prove my coolness factor….I mean really, I exude coolness anyway!!
Friday night was a little nuts. My mind decided to wig out on me around 3am (the typical time lately where my head is invaded with a miniature army of people who barge in and start waging wars on one another, or preforming amazing circus acts, or reciting poetry – like slam poetry, the emotionally raw stuff you just can’t get enough of). Anyway, Friday night I was greeted once again by my trusty old friends and right away they made it clear they were setting up shop and camping out for the night. I admitted defeat to sleep around 6am, crawled out of bed and decided to try again the next night. Inevitably my body put up a major protest around 10am and the two of us spent an entire afternoon duking it out over crawling back under the covers or waiting till evening. Alas I won and the only persuasion required was a little friend I like to call creating!!!
On the road I missed making things so badly that I would contemplate a ticket home just so I could visit my sweet little dresser full of random art magic. In one country I even bought myself a thing of glue so I could finally use my mind to create something. I spent an entire day in the park gluing leaves, rocks, sticks and whatever else I could find together…it was a beautiful day. Being back, I go through my drawer of goodies and I find myself wanting to make the world.
My mother is working on a project right now and taking all of the pictures out of our family albums that have been passed down from one generation to the next. Upon a visit with my mom I discovered her throwing out all the vintage photo-albums that were “garbage” once she took the pictures out *insert sound of angels singing here*. “YES, absolutely I will dig through all your garbage Mother and save all these beautiful books of love, and haven’t we already had the conversation of throwing absolutely NOTHING out before asking me”? So I have found my new project…re-doing vintage albums. I made new pages, finished up all the bindings, and began creating the first and last page (I have yet to decide what I will put in the middle). Here’s a few pictures of the little treasures I started making this weekend. Kindly note the front page and its claim to be passed down from one generation to the next, it just sounded so much better than “I dug this dirty old thing out of the garbage cause no one wanted it”.