I am one of those people who likes to write. Every piece of embroidery I design becomes an entry in a journal. I used to keep a daily journal of my life but now it is down to 'notes'.
But I have kept some of those old journals. When we moved I had nowhere to keep them so all except the most precious were consigned to the bin,
At one point I thought I would make covers for everyone but they took up too much space in the book case.
So the one I am working on at the moment has a tattty old cover. It is a piece of wool that I was experimenting on regarding how to sew up the covers.
Actually this journal is about the book cover I have been working on and talked about in my WIPW post. I think this is the most detailed account I have ever kept of a piece of work. I have pasted lot of bits and pieces in the pages and I will need a rubber band soon to close it.
At the front of the book I write my musings about why I am stitching the piece. Well it actually started as a bit of rhyming verse. The question I asked myself was "when I look out my window what do I see?" Kindergarten stuff. I find the more I write the more images come into my mind. (I think in pictures.) This piece is beginning to feel that I haven't scratched the surface as yet. I walk around the house looking out every window asking, "what am I seeing and how does it make me feel".
Yesterday I started taking pictures. Of the scene I have just finished stitching.
To some ideas about future stitching.
Doing this I managed to get photo bombed by a dragon fly.
From the back of the book I write the nitty gritty of what I am doing. Threads, stitches, how I changed the stitch, what to expect when I use that stitch that way.
I put a full copy of the stitching in there along with the drawings and then take each part and write how I stitched it. That is great if I then teach a class about that piece. I am able to assemble the notes easily and it is a great memory jogger when asked a question.
My friend said I should make a book out some of theses journals. Now that is food for thought.