Coptic Wonderland

Prepare to be enchanted! See all the coptic stitches in black and white thread? She alternated according to what was printed on the page. That’s a lot of work and a lot of love! This made my morning.

Needle Books!

Hot off the presses, these needle books were SO much fun to make. Every worked with real felted wool? It will change your understanding of reality if you’re used to the plastic stuff you get at WalMart. God bless all those sheep and Mary Flanagan.

I’ll be selling these books and some project boxes during the holiday season at Dunwoody Needle Works. I think they’ll be a big hit!

Pencil Box

We made this in Production at PC. Telescoping pencil boxes. A is for Awesome. A is for Anne.

Sculptural book cover

Did this book last weekend for a recent PC grad. This is a flat back library case bound book with photos tipped into recesses and two letter J’s recessed as well. Lots of fun. Yummy tan bookcloth and lots of love on the inside. Way to go Hagen!

Portfolio Box

Here’s a project I completed this past weekend for a recent Portfolio Center grad.

Four custom trays to fit individual hand-held portfolio pieces, all held neatly in a three flap box with ribbon closure. Your provide the book cloth & dimensions and I do everything else for $400.00. Two-week turnaround.

Bunny book finished!

Finally finished the tape-bound bunny book.

Making a Piercing Cradle

Hi friends,

A good friend of mine gave me this pattern for a collapsable, portable piercing cradle. AWESOME and thank you for sharing. I have not made one yet but am thinking of replacing my old pattern of making a cradle out of foam core with this one. Only problem with the foam core is it’s awkwardness in carrying it around. I usually wear it as a hat out the door because my other two hands are heavy with bags stuffed to their limit with supplies.

This lovely cradle is portable and for sale – made of wood and I think at a very nice price at $45.00. But if I can make it, I’ll spend my money on shoes and designer nail polish, instead. Sorry.

Robert Lewis Stevenson’s Night and Day

Oh, friends. What an amazing journey this life is. I am so lucky to be on the path. Debra did a remote session with me last week while I was away in Texas. We do this sometimes when either of us will be away. She can read me wherever we are. She takes notes. Then e-mails them to me. They never cease to take my breath away. And they always bring me one step closer to wellness. Closer to my True Self. Closer to god.

Here’s what Tommy said to her (to me) during the session:

Tommy: “There is a blue book you’ve made recently that will be part of your coming inner work. I helped you make this book. Use this as your next book to take notes in after the curent one is full. You’ll be opening to automatic writing and channeling support and assistance. You are never alone, and you are so loved. We breathe along with you and walk with you every step. You can open deeper and wider to us (Bopie) as you learn to trust yourself.” Anne, I saw a hankerchief, pen, blue book (indigo?) with gold on the cover. A crown?

I was sitting in the parking lot at PC when I read this paragraph and whammy – started sobbing in the car. I went home later that night and found the book Tommy mentioned. I’d made it while sitting at Binders before a class. I’d gotten there early and was able to start this new kind of structure for an hour or two – all by myself before class began. It was peaceful. I had forgotten what I’d put on the inside front and back covers – a Robert Lewis Stevenson poem. Tommy’s the sparrow. I’m the maid. And we’re growing a new garden – my Awakening. And it’s all so damn beautiful I can barely stand it.

I don’t know yet what the 87 signifies. But when I do, I’ll be sure to tell you. My first book of notes is almost full. While I fill it up, I’ll be looking for the perfect pen and hankie to go with it.

Thank you life. Thank you god.

Here’s the whole poem:

Night and Day

When the golden day is done,

Through the closing portal,

Child and garden, flower and sun,

Vanish all things mortal.

As the blinding shadows fall,

As the rays diminish,

Under evening’s cloak, they all

Roll away and vanish.

Garden darkened, daisy shut,

Child in bed, they slumber_

Glow-worm in the highway rut,

Mice among the lumber.

In the darkness houses shine,

Parents move with candles;

Till on all, the night divine

Turns the bedroom handles.

In the darkness shapes of things,

Houses, trees and hedges,

Clearer grow; and sparrow’s wings

Beat on window ledges.

These shall wake the yawning maid;

She the door shall open—

Finding dew on garden glade

And the morning broken.

There my garden grows again

Green and rosy painted,

As at eve behind the pane

From my eyes it fainted.

Just as it was shut away,

Toy-like, in the even,

Here I see it glow with day

Under glowing heaven.

Every path and every plot,

Every bush of roses,

Every blue forget-me-not

Where the dew reposes.

“Up!” they cry, “the day is come

On the smiling valleys:

We have beat the morning drum;

Playmate, join your allies!”

Till at last the day begins

In the east a-breaking,

In the hedges and the whins

Sleeping birds a-waking.

-Robert Lewis Stevenson

Tiffany Book

I found this beautiful tiffany bag, ripped it apart and covered a book with it. This stuff feels really delicious in your hands. This book was first coptic stitched to itself (no cover) then the spine glued in stages and then covered with more paper. It’s flexible but stiffer than your traditional coptic. Love, love love it!

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