The Gift … a small stone.
January 2, 2013
I received a notebook for Christmas I was in no doubt how I was going to use it!
Sheets of fine dove white paper folded, hand stitched. Bound with pink illustrated boards tied with cream linen tape. A writer, artist and print-maker was born . A small stone, illustrated with an image using a print cut from an Indian rubber eraser. Robust, clumsy with tender flourishes. Slither of my soul etched onto each page. Masterpiece of joy; not bound for social media; a gift, from me to me.
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beautiful little journal. there is nothing like the call of a beautifully bound book of blank pages waiting to hold the thoughts and musings of the writer!
It is something I have dreamed of … musings, thoughts um… writer nice! Thanks for coming into my dream 🙂