Yesterday's Misfits came, without tomatoes, they'd already warned me, maybe a heatwave casualty
And since the shoulder, though showing signs of improvement, is not ready for close work, I did a different thing I've been meaning to for ages, not too demanding.
I organized the art postcards my honorary granddaughter sends regularly on various themes. At one a week, they add up amazingly.
They're all precious keepers so it's about how to enjoy them.
Accordion books are my answer, to display them. But first to sort. Botanicals, Inuit, other Canadian, Japanese woodblock prints, Pantone colors, and more, and the really spectacular silkworm cases.
I may keep the Pantone cards loose, so as to put different colors side by side as a visual game. As you know, colors change perceptually depending on what other colors are next to them.
But the silkworm casings, mounted on heavy paper as folded notecatds, I interleaved and tied with a piece of handmade and dyed daylily cord (!) as a kibd of sculpture.
And, my inner maker still needing a little something, I did a bit more stitching on those linen square samples.




















