Today I started a bookmaking class. It couldn't have happened on a worse day, Mr M getting read for his business trip tomorrow, the boys to take to school, the plumbers coming to start work on the bathrooms, somebody else coming to fix the door...
I didn't feel in the right frame of mind. I felt rushed, I worried about the dog running off because somebody left the door open, I worried about what to prepare for dinner, I worried about getting there on time... you know the feeling, right?
But maybe it was the longish drive to get to the old mill, maybe it was the 5 minutes walk along the trout farm, maybe the hold room in the basement full of paper and books at every stage of construction or mending, or maybe even the tools scattered around
but once I sat down everything else disappeared.
So much to learn, so much to keep in a mind already full. So many ideas floating around.
I love folding paper. It may sound silly but the sound of the bone on a crease is like the music of scissors on a crisp piece of fabric. Music, yes.
And there's sewing too!
I had so much fun. Anne, out teacher, is so knowledgeable and her explanations so clear I simply can't wait to go back.
and make more
and more!!
You'll beg me to stop.