Waxing Poetic

Ahh, Gentle Reader, As I sit here in the dark waiting for my Sweetie to wake up, it occurs to me that what I'd most like to be doing is working on a handmade journal for a dear friend. The terminology is moving from "junk journals" to "handmade journals", which I like better. They aren't junk, they are made with love, and yes, maybe some upcycled materials, but also beautiful items bought or thrifted or discovered along life's path.  Creating these journals is my favorite hobby, after penpalling, of course. I just love how many techniques and supplies you can incorporate!!  If you want to add a real, crocheted doily, go for it! If you want to stain paper with Easter egg dye, do it! If you want to sew each page with your sewing machine, doooooo it! It is just the most fun creative outlet, in my opinion. And I love giving them as gifts! People are just so amazed that I can create them, which is kind of funny, cause it's mostly "gluing paper to oth

Ahh, Gentle Reader, Summer is hard for me, for many reasons. I don't handle heat well. Other people can't stand the thought of possibly having a natural scent, so they bathe in perfume/cologne, (which hinders my breathing). I get sunburns. It's just not a good time.  But eventually, summer comes to an end, and the magical season of autumn arrives. I've been particularly overcome this year by the breathtaking beauty around me. The trees are so vividly colored, I can look at nothing else. I feel that the beauty of fall fills something in my soul that I can't even identify. It's a balm for me.  This year, I'm trying to pick some leaves and laminate them to put in my journal, and a few to send to penpals in far away lands. I hope wherever you are, that you are enjoying this absolutely beautiful time of year.  Love,  Izzy