My mind skips back to my first visit. Initially I wasn't going to go to the Book Fair.... then a phone call from my friend Jill who was already there.
"I don't know if you planned to come, but you might want to"....
She said she'd wait for me.... we'd have a cup of coffee together. And as these thoughts come, so does the excitement, remembering my stomach lurch as I opened the door and saw tables laid with hand made books. Yes! Hand made books! Every simple and intricate design you can imagine. And I remember too the ideas that flooded and filled me. I already knew I love making books, but these just excited me even more. I took photos, made notes, and spoke to every crafter. Some I really connected with, we exchanged names. Interests. Ideas.
And now I sit here wondering what kind of book I will make tomorrow? What kind of binding? The hum of the computer is loud. Disturbing. I like quiet.... it is an intrusion. Now I pick up the TV in the other room too, left playing in the background. I had been ironing. Watching a film.... The Untouchable. A film that made me laugh, feel moved, feel present. Everything else locked out....
I get up to check the candle, remembering I had left the oil burner alight. Rosemary fills the room. It soothed as I worked my way through the pile of clothes, the rhythmic motion of the iron unconscious. And now a car drives up, parks outside my window. Another interruption. Time to gather my materials for the workshop, and to move again.
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