|(quote, Audrey Hepburn)|
It is. Paris is always a good idea. However, I'm not going there. Not soon enough, anyway.
My best friend is currently in France, and we've had this long, long habit of making each other "airplane packages" -- parcels that can't be opened until you're sitting in your seat and the journey has begun. Airplane packages are kind of like a Christmas stocking, for the airplane. They must contain treats and sundry interesting lightweight items that won't be a big encumbrance on your travels, and also: reading material. Like magazines you can leave behind when you're done, or photocopied favorite short stories, or whatever. Or, ahem, pages of a work in progress ...
This trip coincided with my friend's birthday, and I wanted to do something special. (Also, especially when I am on deadline, the craft urge within me balloons until the pressure grows so great I must. Make. Something. So Clementine and I made this little book, and had such fun with it. It was my first adventure with this washi tape I hear so much about!)
My initial plan was to find a pretty but not huge book about Paris and alter it a little, tape in some envelopes, things like that. But I couldn't find a pretty book on Paris! I mean, a non-coffee-table book, you know? I thought there would be a zillion pretty little "Paris sketchbook" type books out there, kind of Sara Midda-esque, but of Paris. But ... there AREN'T. (So now I want to move to Paris and MAKE one. Ha. Well. One can dream!) So I used a blank journal instead.
Put in some pages from a favorite French picture book, some beautiful bande dessines (French graphic novels; if you didn't know, France is the center of the Universe for graphic novels. The bookstores are enough to make you weep). Made a "macaron Bingo" card. That might have been my favorite. I want to play!
And Passage Jouffroy! This was a favorite rainstorm stop on trip to Paris last fall. It's this glass-vaulted shopping arcade with some of the sweetest shops ever: pastries, books, toys, and dollhouse stuff! It's where the wax museum is, if you decide to look for it. So lovely.
That's all. Craft urge back under control for a while.
(Though Clementine and I did try our hands at some embroidery yesterday ...)