I tried.
But for various reasons
I have not continued to follow
Book Of Days
art journaling fb group.
I got startled by comments.
I get lazy.
I am re-evaluating everything.
I have menopause.
ok, that last one is
definitely the culprit for just
about everything right now.
Anyhoo
I was compelled to journal today.
I am using this journal:
I still love the journal I was
up-cycling for BOD.
But that journal is gesso'd and painty and embellished.
This journal is going to be one of those quickie
paper and glue
only ones
that get the real dirt
of my feelings
when they need
to go down fast and ugly
not slow and arty.
Feel me?
I knew that you could.
This is the first spread.
OK maybe it is a little arty,
you will recognize the cover photo for my fb page is taken from this spread. I needed a place to
gather and ponder
on my inchies
and this is the perfect size
page spread.
The second spread is mostly
ripped up paint palette paper, random papers and junk mail, Philadelphia art museum was
advertising a Frida exhibit, yes, I went.
However it was with an ass who made me miserable and did not give me enuf time
to bask in her genius.
Lesson learned.
Go alone.
This page has a transparent insert I journaled on but removed from the photo here.
I was going thru a health scare.
I puked my emotions all over Frida.
She would approve.
Which brings me to today.
I am using junk mail
that I thought was quite ironic
given my state of mind.
I sanded the shiny a little and cut and glued
and picked up random paper to glue down as journal block.
I went to the library today and picked up a $1 book.
It was meant to be because I found that quote in it that pertained exactly to my feelings today.
The last photo has tissue on top of the specifics.
In general, I've written about
Living Now In The Present Moment
Mindfully
and being sick and tired of
regretting the past
mourning my choices and
not listening to red flags.
The details are mine alone.
Thanks for visiting my blog.
You know you have it bad
when you even keep junk mail.
Hoarding is the next step.
teehee.
xoS
















































