messing on the dining table

art journal

Just a few pages in an older diy-bound art journal (fabriano artistico extra white, hot pressed). All over the place - obviously.

And the last one has a title: It wasn't her planet

bookbinding

From time to time, when I have accumulated a lot of paper, I like to make my own sketchbooks. So yesterday I spent all day cutting and sewing. Very easy construction, and I don't even bother with covers. There are some yummy papers here, Fabriano Artistico hot pressed (this has got to be my favorite paper ever), Hahnemühle Bamboo, Canson Mi-Teintes, and a heavy Boesner in store brand drawing paper. I guess I'm all set for a while now.

balcony summer

Schmetterlingslavendel ("butterfly lavender" - lavendula stoechas)

i miss my garden

As if there weren't enough reasons for me to feel sad, here's one more. I resent my ex-husband for many things. One of them: his pulling out of our marriage took away my last chance of living in a house (old, old house, but still...) and owning a garden. It will be three years on December 3rd that he dropped the bomb on me, but I'm still not able to forgive him. I'm calling him names in my dreams, names I wouldn't say out loud when I'm awake. But maybe I should reconsider, maybe I should call him all the names I can think of when I'm awake. Maybe I should have done that from the beginning, maybe I could have prevented stroking that way.

I really want to lose the resentment, I just don't know how.

Yadda, yadda, yadda, I grow my strawberries on the balcony now.