Okay, so I haven't yet gotten to the intended linocut work today, but it's not my fault. Really! Blame friend Michael, who has kindly been supplying both the DM and I with some really groovy cigar boxes. (It's not Michael who is emptying aforementioned boxes, BTW. He's just the conduit.)
David's making banjos (sorry, still in development stage, so no pics yet) with the nice, low, rectangular wooden (!) boxes, but yesterday we received some really nifty small, squarish ones. OOOH! I knew JUST what I wanted to do with one: Make a box of mini books!
In the interest of full disclosure, I'm, err... reinterpreting... an idea I saw somewhere else, which involved little books shaped like file folders. How can one resist filling a little box with little books?
The box itself is just 5.75" x 4.25" x 4.5". The little books are about 3.5" x 5" (closed). Perfect size to stick in my pocket when I go for a walk. Usually I just scribble my notes in little spiral notebooks, but how much more fun will it be NOW?
I haven't quite figured out what I'm going to do inside the box cover, nor how to deal with the debossed writing on the outside, and I expect much scowling and lip-biting will ensue. Or not.
I'm still planning to get a lino started tonight. The DM went to the doctor yesterday and was pronounced "mending," so we're much relieved. He's back to poking around in the studio, alternating with periods of web surfing or sofa sitting. He also made supper tonight, which around here means we're eating much better again. Whew!