"and words are all I have..."
another song from my youth with lines that have stayed with me all these years
the rhythm of the lyrics, the haunting melody - it was the perfect writing song.
Writing is as important for me as any other craft I take on - perhaps more so if I really think about it
and so it makes sense to me that bookbinding is something that brings me much happiness - I had forgotten how much I like making books
I've made many over the past decade but all but one were for gifts so today I gifted myself
upholstery grade burlap, with vintage lace for detail, both from my Gilded Girls Stash Society Box
the little wooden butterflies stamped with script were tied to small pieces of driftwood wrapped in lace, sent all the way from Dorthe in Denmark
perfect imagery for words flying freely
all my favourite scraps of cardstock and papers, some vintage, some handmade
all bound together, waiting to inspire
I was sad when I heard there is a likelihood that books as we know them will be a thing of the past, what with computers and Kindle and e-books and such
and in one of the articles I read recently they made reference to how the scribes must have felt when the printing press was invented - I must admit I had never really thought of it quite like that
for every gain there is a loss, but then sometimes for every loss there is a gain
I wonder if that is the true circle of life?