I am REALLY messy. But, sometimes my messes seem beautiful to me, or at least, interesting. These are pages from a “blank” book I made from the paper towels I had used to clean up after a series of big painting sessions. I’ve always intended to use this as a journal, but I end up getting mesmerized by the pages, just like they are. Where there were holes, I sewed snippets of marbled ribbons or fancy trims over them. I bound them into a cover of geometric, woven silks. I’m not sure if this means I’ll have 600 cats, soon, or that my Scottish heritage is showing (you know, the thrifty part), but it makes me happy. Nuff said.