Tonight I re-started an old journal that I've never been particularly happy with.I started it a few years back, maybe even five years ago. I loved the old ledger and the very vertical orientation of it, but for some reason I just couldn't get comfortable with it. I don't know if it was because I didn't use my best old stuff, if I was trying too hard, or what.
But tonight I picked it up again.
And I ripped out all the things I had previously put onto the front cover. Fortunately I hadn't put a lot on there and I was able to salvage the book papers inside the cover. Don't you just love that wrinkly paper design? Or is it mountains on a topographic map? Whatever, it's dreamy.
My friend Michelle gave me this oh-so-fab alphabet masking tape. Making good use of this! It's covering up spots where I ripped other papers and ephemeral off of pages so that I can start over.
I have a bright pink wooden tray on my desk. (I keep meaning to repaint it candy apple red, but too. many. things. to. do.) I fill it with papers I want to use for whatever I'm currently working on. Right now there are a lot of leftovers from my Florida journal. And I throw scraps in there. And more scraps. And more. Until eventually I have to empty it out and organize the scraps because it's too full to find anything. (Might be on the to-do list this weekend. Looks like the tray won't get painted! Again.)
Feels good to be in the studio late at night, making a journal for no reason at all except to find a home for my most special papers and bits. Really making me happy right now.