After months of work, the fabric journal is built.
I had no plans for this journal to get so big and fat. Or should I say it has Big Bones. For fun, I put it on my postal scales and without the embellishments that will be added, this journal weighs 3 pounds 8 ounces.
I did not plan on this journal becoming so large, it just seemed to grow and grow. At each sewing session, the journal would gobble up fabric. This journal has a big healthy appetite for fabric scraps.
Decades of foreign travel, digging through the rag markets has supplied a good portion of the makings of this journal. Nothing is wasted in the studio. When I was taking apart old kimonos, the lining was saved and used a base for the fabric pages.
a pocket in the front to tuck in feathers, leaves, dried roses. A good resting spot for found treasures.
working with all the fabric resurrected memories of the years of travel and that nomadic feeling is starting to stir once again. I really thought this time I could put down roots that would take hold.
bright fabrics, vintage and dark all found their way onto the pages
The bold graphic fabric along the left side is from Africa
the aqua flower on brown on the right side is from a Wal Mart in Mississippi
what silly partners they make
Designer fabric from LA rests beside an old German quilt, while an old feedsack quilt square from Delaware tries to dominate the conversation.
salvaged lace and ribbon will continue to be added
There is a small collection of pre-civil war buttons waiting on a shelf in the studio and I think this journal would be a good place for them.
Binding this journal was a wrestling match and it was not pretty. I won. Sore fingers, a pliers, two broken needles, a bit of lost blood and some cussing was involved. The binding did not turn out as pretty as I planed, instead it a chunky mess but sometimes it just goes that way.
and this is the end of the story of the journal that gobbled the fabric stash and kindled the wanderlust in my soul.