Last year, I created a journal called Words Awash after discovering an olde rusty washer in my Father's garage. I wrote about that here.
Lately, I've been finding little washers about the place - in carparks mainly, but also on the roadside. And now that I want to find them, I keep finding more. Maybe they have always been there, but now I want them, they are blinking at me.
One blinked at me a couple of weeks ago, right by my mailbox. There it was sitting by my toes. It is only 14mm wide. I immediately saw it on a necklace and slowly manifested it. I have been working on this little necklace for a while, and today I completed the piece. I delayed finishing it due to indecisiveness. I have a plethora of printed paper ephemera that could have peaked out through that infinitesimal hole, and my visions constantly altered.
I'll try this!
I'll try that?
No, not that either.
But today, I discovered that it just might be "OK" to cut up a beautiful vintage French postage stamp that I had. I love the Art Nouveau era beautiful sketch on it.
Whatever happened to beautiful stamps? These days you have to ask for the things if you want them, and if you are lucky enough to get a couple they are not all that nice. Not like little etchings, like they used to be. Little etchings that got licked and stuck onto cards or envelopes, and sent around the planet so people could tear off the corners, stick them in books and keep them hidden away in cupboards for decades.
Bring back the beautiful stamps I say. But what for, in a world of electronic communication...
This mini version of Words Awash measures 1 x 1 ¼ inches; much tinier than the original journal which was 4 ½ x 3 ½ inches. You can check it here, or simply by clicking on any of the images below, which will take you to the listing in my Etsy shoppe.