slowly she turned
Living the Slow life in North Carolina
Category: book arts
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Ate another Thanksgiving meal at my mama’s house, but took the time to bind this book. Family photos on the counter.
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Had to yank out the one going around the top of the spine, and I’m going to rebind the coptic stitches, but I’m pleased with the brown caterpillars across the spine. Wood we snagged from down the street last winter when a neighbor took down a dead oak tree. Ready for cold weather!
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La Pointe Indian Cemetery book in progress. View from my office window on a cold, rainy day.
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Caterpillar stitching. Crabapple tree on my walk to work.
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I’ve been steaming leaves in handmade paper signatures for a book I’m making. They make the best prints in combination with metal. Outside of Deep Roots Market. Guess which one is mine.
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Steaming handmade paper signatures with oak leaves stuck between the pages. Redbud seedpods in the Back Forty.
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I’m making an effort to blog regularly again, which is part of the reason for the daily visual journal. l;;3w’;/eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeewe (That was Pablo Blondie’s contribution. I can’t walk away from the laptop for a minute. I must admit that I like it when they do this, so I always leave their writings up.) It is…
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I’ve decided to start a new project. A very simple one, one I should be able to manage easily. Every day, if possible, I’ll post two photos. 1. Something to document my activity that day. 2. Something from my home or block or my walk to work (when I’m home) to help me discover the…
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As much as I realized that I need to work on my ceramics class, I knew that it would be dumb to build a scroll box or stand without even beginning to make the scroll, so I devoted yesterday to dyeing with the broomsedge I’d collected. I made two dyepots for comparison. One was with…
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September was a wonderfully busy month. The first half was consumed by the planning and anticipation of seeing my relatives at our family reunion and my mother’s 90th birthday party. My aunt and first cousin came from Colorado to stay with my mother for ten days, during which time the bottom fell out (flooding) over…
slowly she turned 