There's a nice-stuff-for-the-home shop on Prince's Street (that's in Stockport, in England, for readers not used to my usual geographic references). I can't remember what it's called, but I always glance at its display as I walk by. I do just walk by, as I know my home making skills don't extend to displays of nice stuff. Maybe that's why the similarity between the shop display and my art journal struck me. The signs and nice objects seem similar to the pretty pictures and words that I stick in the journal. Am I trying to make the journal into a nice home? Somewhere safe and relaxing? Just thinking.
I've had some trouble working on these pages. I really like the elements, but just can't seem to get them to work together. But it's reached the point where I can't see any way to improve it, and besides, I'm eager to start on this next set of pages.
I like the yellow and already have some pictures in mind. I nicked an old magazine from the office break room. I'm not sure about the etiquette of taking a magazine someone else has left for the office, but it is over a year old, so everyone has had time to peruse it. I also like the XYZ printed on the page and I'd like to do something with that. And I like how bits of the previous page have leaked onto these pages. When I was a kid I disliked how marker pens forced you to chose only one side of a page in a colouring book. Now I see things differently.
And on a quilt in progress note, I'm working on piecing the top together this weekend!
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