I decided to start a new journal. Although I already have three going. Or four, depending on how you count. Or I guess that would be five if you counted that way, but hey, if you have five, why not six? This is the way my brain works.
I have my selfie project, with some random digressions as needed, and my digression journal that has become my practice-lettering-with-a-dip-pen journal, and the journal that I'm using to practice ideas from sketchbookery and sketchbook skool. And then there is the one that is tucked in the car for emergencies and the catch-all...
But this, this is Cousin Maude, who I made two years ago. I was taking Mary Ann Moss's Remains of the Day on-line class, and made several. They have been waiting, fidgeting, wondering and now Maude's time has come. Here is her first appearance. Here is the post I did at her construction. I enjoy constructing these journals as much as I like working in them. Some people don't, and so they have to be really motivated to get the thread and needle and straight edge and japanese hole puncher out. It takes the merest whiff of a new sheet of paper, and suddenly I'm knee deep in signatures and linen thread.
But I digress.
She is filled with 140 lb. watercolor paper (I didn't make a note of the brand at the time, so I will have to look for a watermark. It's taken a while, but I've gotten better at keeping track of these things since I am learning what a difference the paper makes). She also has scraps of photos and paper sewn in, along with some pages of pictures of my own handicrafts that I printed on heavier paper from my printer. I love the images I chose and the weight of the paper and the size, which is a little small but very manageable for me right now. It's about 7 1/2 by 5" which makes a good 10" spread when open. I am edging larger, but this will work for now.
One of the things I want to learn is how to control the water/pigment ratio better so I don't get blooming or other problems. Unless I want blooming, which is what I was exploring with these flowers.
I don't know what kind of flower they are, except the kind that bloom in my brain.