First, there was the black hemp paper. I love hemp paper because it is so nice to stitch on, and so when I found a sheet of black hemp, I bought it, thinking black hemp...metallic thread...maybe a little iridescent paint... This is how hare-brained schemes are hatched. I would make a little black book using painted fusible webbing and metallic and silk thread and it would be great. And it was great.
...until I began poking the holes to stitch the signatures. Hemp is very fibrous paper, and in the best of situations, the little holes one pokes have a tendency to close back up. Add the black color to the mix, and the holes for the sewing stations simply disappeared. That was problem number one.
I realized, to my horror and amusement, that the catchy tune I had begun humming was I Will Survive, by Gloria Gaynor. Where the heck did that come from?
And finally, somehow, I had tied the last knot. I have no cover yet, but that adventure couldn't possibly be as -ummmm- eventful as today's, could it?