Diana at Part Time Monster hosts a weekly Weekend Coffee Share inviting folks to share what’s been going on in their world. Come join the fun here.
If we were having coffee, I’d invite you to sit with me in my studio. It might be a bit squeezed – the space is rather tiny – but it suits me perfectly. I’d show you the above illustration of a coffee plant and tell you I’ve been poking through vintage botanical books and prints. I’m even more obsessed with flowers this May than ever.
My studio overlooks the back yard and from here you can see the lovely lilacs. They bloomed this week and I’m in heaven. I’ve brought in armsful to set in vases all around the house.
I’d mention I’m feeling especially grateful this week as my brother had surgery and is recovering nicely. I might point out that I think he’s the best brother in the world. It’d be okay if you rolled your eyes – I understand these things are quite subjective. But I do hope you have people in your life that you’re crazy about.
I’ve done a bit of reading this week, including the kids book Horns & Wrinkles by Joseph Helgerson about river and rock trolls and the clever 12-year old girl who saves the day. I also finished Lynda Barry’s Everything – a compilation of her early comics, and How to Be a Wildflower: A Field Guide by Katie Daisy. I’d explain to you how I don’t rate books with a thumbs up or down system, nor do I use stars. Rather I use my own method adopting floriography, the Victorian language of flowers, and assign books a floral rating. I’m awarding Horns & Wrinkles a patch of crocuses (meaning youthful gladness); Everything gets a bouquet of Saxifraga (for affection); and Wildflower gets a vase of white carnations (meaning sweet and lovely). Here’s a charming little video giving you a peek into the How to be a Wildflower book.
I’d want to know what you think about time because I’m totally flummoxed. It’s MAY people! You may pretend to know how that happened, but I, for one, am convinced someone is spinning the clocks forward at ever-increasing speeds and flipping the calendar pages while we’re sleeping. This week I finally got around to a project that I’ve been meaning to start all year. Creating a little folded one-sheet booklet that I could jot highlights of the week in and tuck in photos and bits and bobs. One year I did a similar kind of “summary” using a playing card as my foundation and filling both sides with words and pictures; so by the end of the year I had a deck of my year. I quite enjoyed spending a little time each week doing that; and then of course it was fun to have a deck to look back through. I’ve wanted to do something similar but switch it up a bit too, and the idea of the little folded journal has been calling to me for quite some time. For the last couple of years, I played in a group on-line project which was called Summer of Color, and each week during the summer we were invited to play with a specified palette of color and create something – anything. I chose to create a series of little notebooks each summer, and then filled those with the happenings and ephemera of each week. It was fabulous fun and I wanted to do something like that, but smaller and requiring less time and effort and the single-folded-page journal feels like the perfect fit.
Here’s a photo of the one I created this week. I’ve got it sitting on a page from the How to be a Wildflower book so you get a bonus peek of that as well.
I might also mention my favorite word of the week – cunctator, which means a procrastinator or one who delays. Having delayed getting started on my little mini-journal project until just this week, I guess I’ve earned that title.
But it’s okay, I’m not going to be too hard on myself. We’d talk about kindness and I tell you about a project I’m participating in and invite you to read about it tomorrow on my blog.
And there you have it, a peek into my week. What’s been happening in yours? Have any projects you’ve let slide but are now feeling re-inspired to begin? Interested in floriography? Read something wonderful lately? Do tell – you know I love to hear.