Ten years ago, my father died and I received love and support from my community. Some of that came in cards.
I kept the cards in a little box. Not too long after, I knew that I was going to collect them together into a book somehow. I drew up a pattern for the cover of the book. A front. A spine. A back. I asked Troy to cut the shapes out of wood and he did.
These things sat together in that box for a long time. I would see it every now and then as I went through my crafting supplies for some reason or another. Packing to move. Searching for some tool. But I was not moved to do anything with them.
It's ok for projects to sit for a while. Sometimes a long while.
Then I took the altered book class at Squam this past June. I did some work on my "starter book." Once I had my own supplies to work with, I did some collages on sheets of paper and a canvas .
And then one day I saw those cards and the wooden cover pieces and I knew it was time.
I started with what was easy for me. I took the cards to the sewing machine, and I stitched ribbons onto some. I stitched decorative stitches. I added lace. I didn't worry too much about what colour thread was in the machine and one time I ran out of thread but I kept stitching because the holes punched in the paper after the thread ran out was still interesting.
Here is another one I added a lot of ribbon to:
A lot of this was not done with a lot of rational thought or ideas of why. I enjoyed spending time with these cards and adding ribbon, lace and thread wherever seemed right.
I did this over multiple sessions over a couple weeks. I find creative work tiring and although I would start it with relish, at some point I would feel completely depleted and have to tell myself to stop.
Once I finished the sewing and stitching I wanted to do, I moved on to adding photo transfers. I learned in my Squam class that there is this magical marker that will transfer pictures printed on laser printers/copies onto other papers.
So I printed some pictures at work on the colour laser printer we had (which just died this week so I was just in time!) and on the black and white photo copier. I printed two sizes (3.5x5 and wallet) and multiple copies of each picture in b/w and colour.
I then added them to cards as seemed appropriate:
I had a couple of cards from flowers that were sent, so I put them into some blank cards I had and dressed them up too.
I took a sympathy card I had in my own card stash and turned it into the cover page.
of the cards
bestowed on me
upon the loss
of my father.
On the inside of the card, I put the obituary and a picture of dad with me and my sisters when we gave him a sort of memory quilt we made when we knew he was sick.
I used a sewn binding where you sew each card to the one next to it, making a chain of connectedness.
By then I also had the cover put together. I used drywall tape to connect the front, spine and back like a Jacob's ladder toy. (I am fascinated with those things and have always been interested in making one.)
PS Drywall tape is my new secret weapon. It's self-adhesive and is repositionable. It adds texture and can be painted. It was a great addition to many pages.
So I took a different tack. I had already covered the back of the spine with rolls of magazine paper sealed with modge podge. I ran ribbons down through the tubes and inside the pack of cards.
Just as a "proof of concept" I decided to use them anyway. (I figured I would replace the ribbon with ones I liked once I knew the method would work.) So I took the too-short ones and knotted them together in pairs. I ran one end down through the paper tube and the other end between the cards. And then I tied them tight at the bottom of the book.
And it worked! And once I had the ribbons in the book, I realized they were perfect and I didn't have to replace them at all.
Obviously I haven't shown you every detail and every page, but I think I was able to give you a good idea. I have been so excited working on it. You can see that I did not take any pictures while it was in progress. It was too distracting from the work to even think about it.
I recently took it to a gathering of friends and I seriously carried it around like it was my baby, sharing it with anyone who asked to see, but otherwise holding it protectively. (It's ok. I know: I'm a nerd.)
I am looking forward to taking it home and sharing it with my family. I want still to add personal memories, stories or vignettes from the time when Dad died, but I hope to talk about that time with my family first to make sure I'm remembering some things correctly and hear what they remember. I hope we will have time for it.