Today was a great day to get out of the house. I didn't need to go further than a mile but decided to take the subway there and to walk back. I love the 9th Street station because it is the highest in the system and it has a view of the Statue of Liberty.
I went to visit my gal pal, Shanna, my bookbinding teacher and friend. This morning I woke all tight and yuckster and I totally messed up on sewing some signatures together, she took me in hand and whipped me into shape. I was just making sh!+ up!
Notes to self:
2 pages per signature when using 140lb watercolor paper
Use an even number of holes.
That fancy tie them together stitch? Always go the furthest away from the hole you just exited. (See that needle?)
I would be lying if I told you I didn't use the search function on this blog to remind me of things and I know I will be using it to reference this post.
Shanna was making cookies, while I sewed my new books. I got to lick the whisks of their cinnamon buttercream and oatmeal cookie dough. I would have stayed even longer and would have encouraged further feats of baking prowess had I the chance... There would have been ulterior motives in it, but.
I am just sayin'.
Then on my walk home, I definitely needed it at that point, I saw this graffiti. I think it would had had more impact had it said, Swells. Now that is a tag I could embrace.
You may remember this post. Seeing this sticker made me wonder about Street artists' and just how they decide to traverse the world. I mean, how do you pack your bag when you take a trip, stickers, stencils, buy the paint when you get there?
And this sad guy.