This journal was started as a Altered Book project in early 2012, and has served well as reminder and lessons-learned noted and container of photos ever since.
I do sort of wish I'd have written and noted in a more mannerly order - but no. And now it's too late, so posts go in where they best fit, or look prettiest, or sometimes make sense relating to previous scribbles.
These pages are toward the back - covered in gesso and acrylic paint, a cut-out flower from some fancy wrapping paper and a fabric fragment from one of daughter, Tara's, many sewing adventures.
The petal fragments came from an African Violet once cared for by my Grandma Rowe. She died in April of 1976 and I became the waterer of a few of her plants. They and their kids have survived the years, sometimes just hanging in there, sometimes thriving. This is a thriving year. Yay! Cleaning away some dried blossoms recently I couldn't simply toss them in the trash. Aha!!
So, using a general amount of Matte Medium as adhesive, I glued the crushed purple petals into the book. Some day I will write a bit about Grandma, her violets, the kitchen ivy, and the wonderful gardens, flower and vegetable, she managed to grow during the tough growing seasons in Northern Wisconsin.
Now it's enough to know that a few petals will help trigger these memories. Trash? Treasure? An everyday question. This time - Treasure.
Fare-thee-well,
Sue
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