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Inspired by the fantastic Andrea Gomoll.
Here are my pieces:
Remember the Pirate Journal?
I have found a use for it. It has become my surgery diary.
I will be having a major surgery soon, requiring an overnight stay at the hospital.
To say I am a little worried about this is a bit of an understatement. I do have the utmost faith in my doctor. But, surgery is surgery…and this is a major surgery.
I could have turned to my usual daily journal…but this situation felt…bigger. It needed its own container. I perused my selection of hand-made journals—and this is the one that wanted to be used.
It’s made of brown paper recycled from various packages that we received. I learned…one fountain pen is ok with the paper. One other fountain pen is not. I tried writing in green ink, but couldn’t see it well enough since I was writing at night by lamplight. An ultra-fine Sharpie works wonders, but tends to bleed through just a little bit to the other side of the paper. This afternoon, I pulled out my favorite Bic cristal in black ink…and have had no problems whatsoever. Which is why I always return to this pen. It’s been a favorite of mine for years.
So, what’s going into this journal? Hopes. Fears. Gratitude. Blessings. Lists. Questions. You name it, if it pertains to the surgery and the recovery period afterwards, it is going into this journal.
Will I be drawing and/or painting in it? Probably at some point, because doing so makes me feel better. I have also been pondering some collage as well. I have a great picture of Rupaul that is calling to be used somewhere. What better symbol or strength and fortitude for me right now?
If there is art made in this journal, I may show it. However, given the dire personal nature of what is being written in this journal, don’t expect too much.
This post was more to say…here is what I ended up using this journal for and how I used it more than anything else.
Thanks for following along.
Until next time.
I’ve talked about this one before, when she was just a sketch…
There ‘should’ be all sorts of doodles all over the place…and before I started to add paint and color, there were…it was quite chaotic. By the time I started to work on finishing the background, I decided I would feel better if it were all just painted over and left to lie beneath the paint.
My symbols here:
The Rabbit, which has been forcing its way into my life for about two years now…technically the love affair with bunnies started even longer ago…with Br’er Rabbit when I was a little kid…and moved into a pet bunny when I was a slightly older kid…and then a few years ago my angoras that I developed the allergy to their hay so I had to let them go (I placed them with a rabbit shelter–I didn’t just turn the poor boys out or anything).
The Peacock (that shape at the throat), this is another that has been here a long time and always seems to push itself forward in more recent years.
The Raven (that feather in the hair), half of my Totem animal team…where would I be without the Raven?
Mushrooms…do you see the name of my blog here? Alice in all things, even if it is my Alyce…but mushrooms are a big thing for me in and of themselves and really, other than Alice’s tale, because they aren’t really plants–they aren’t really animals–they are something else entirely (fungus)…the whole concept of mushroom…it grows on and consumes the dead–a necessary thing to keep the world revolving…they cross-over, between the worlds, they bridge the gaps between things…and that is why they call to me.
Her word is ‘homecoming’…which fits in with my own word of the year, ‘settle in’. With a bit of flowery flourish at the end.
This is the first one I drew, following Tam’s style and lead. The original plan was to draw things in Tam’s style and then do it again in my own style–but things have been so convoluted…it isn’t working out that way. All I can say though is…it is helping. The exercises, not the art, are really helping. The art solidifies the healing aspects (although, to be clear, you don’t have to do any of the healing bits if you are a part of any of Tam’s classes–it can be all about the art for you.)
I am slowly sliding back into my old ways, a different version of my old self. I am getting back up on that Poetry Pony.
I am actually taking an online poetry class. One of the things suggested is getting yourself a notebook/journal that you love, that inspires you…as well as a pen that can become your magic wand as you write.
I have pens…fountain pens, magickal pens, Bic pens, disposable pens…tons of pens…all over the place…just don’t ask for one, because whenever anyone here needs a pen…it takes forever to find one…I still don’t understand that…no pen, no paper, only when needed…any other time…pens and paper all over the place…
So, my first thought was…I’ll buy a journal…no, I’ll make a journal…no, I’ll…drive myself crazy with the ideas of what I want to do and/or want to get and never really get around to doing the actual poetic writing work…hmm…
Luckily for me, it was errand day about that time anyway…so I was able to go to a variety of stores to look at journals, which gave me a clearer idea of what was calling to me for this particular journey.
I did, in the end, buy a journal—because it is bigger than the books I typically have…and it was faster/easier/cheaper to buy this journal from the store than it was to decide on paper and then order said paper, wait for it to come in and then make the book on my own. I was attempting to avoid procrastination with this.
However, I had ideas for what I wanted to create before I saw this journal…and – as soon as I figure out where I hid the cords and pedal for my sewing machine (I’ve been cleaning—apparently I put them somewhere “safe”) –I will be making myself one – I have the fabric set out, already washed and pre-ironed, waiting to be cut.
So—here is my thought process with this.
I want to make a journal cover, much like a Midori traveler’s journal…but…bigger. I typically write in decorated composition notebooks, the ones with graph paper in them. I decorate them myself, yes. I want to be able to have three different composition notebooks at a time in this journal. One is my daily journal, where I write, take notes, do all sorts of stuff. One would be for poetry. One would be for drafts. Or for whatever else came to mind. Perhaps it would be my written journal, poetry journal, and fiction/writing journal all in one spot…which sounds nice to me. All three of my typical working notebooks in one spot sounds good. Better, it feels right.
First of all…I want the cover to be gorgeous. A fabric cover, quilted, several different patterns that I have collected sewn together, perhaps in strips or squares, perhaps with circles of other fabrics added for fun and texture.
The cover must enclose all three journals, and have a fold-over flap with some sort of closure. I am still pondering what sort of closure I would like with this. I don’t want any bits of the comp notebooks sticking out. I think I would like a pocket on the inside front cover. I know I need at least one pen loop, if not a couple more. My fauxdori always has at least three pens tucked into it…and I only have one pen loop attached to it.
I had some ideas about hey, pockets, different kinds, front and back cover, why not? Why not? Because I don’t really use them. And…I tend to get cranky about too many pockets cluttering things up. It’s a weird juxtaposition with me; what can I say?
The only other thing I really want is to be sure the inside of the cover and the outside of the cover are all pretty fabrics—but are not duplicates of one another. I don’t want it reversible or anything…I just want it to be aesthetically pleasing.
I also plan to use one elastic cord per journal, so there will be three cords attached to the cover.
I have also had visions of grandeur, with bits of ricrac and lace and all sorts of additional frou-frou to the outer cover…but although I know I will enjoy sewing and creating such a thing, the idea of using it on a daily basis, taking it out to restaurants, bowling (where I actually do an amazing amount of brain-storming), library or wherever, I think the lacy bits and frou-frou will bother me and get in my way…and grrr unto me if I get any of that bit dirty or messy. Although, yes, this is meant to be a washable thing, because hey, it’s going to get tossed in a bag, in my purse, on a table. My kids will dump stuff on it. The cats will sit on it. The dogs will find a way to stomp on it…probably after a kid throws it or knocks it to the floor. So it has to be strong enough to take a beating as well.
I actually have a vague pattern drawn up in my journal…with all my notes scribbled along the sides. All I really need, other than to verify the measurements are accurate—are the … cords and pedal for my sewing machine, which is currently in whatever “safe” place I put them…bless me and my well-intentioned heart.
This is the plan. It’s all ready and in place.
Thanks for coming along with me through this process.