Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Platitudes

Let's talk about platitudes. I'll go first. They don't make sense half the time, and they can seem a bit like cop-outs. There is one in particular that drives me batty. I have included it below, edited to be true.



(handwritten and scanned)





Thursday, September 1, 2011

Stratford-upon-Avon (or "I could find out contries in her")

There is no journalling in this Stratford-upon-Avon page, but I had no words. Or rather, I had too many. I'm fond of travel and theater, and I could have not put all of my thoughts onto the page. I remember every detail of this town. The river, the play (picture taken after Comedy of Errors), the costumes, the ducks, the magician in the park, the house, the garden (picture), the architecture (picture), the shop at the theater where I bought my Shakespearean insults magnets, the Indian food. Man oh man is the Indian food good in England! Consistently well made wherever we went.

I chose paper and embellishments that reminded me of my experience. The paper with red velvet flourishes reminded me of the tapestry in the home. The khaki and vellum patterned paper reminded me of something old and complemented the look I was going for. The stripes resemble the buildings, and the gears the time period. I kept it simple so the focus was on the day, not the design.