Yes,the actual new year started over a week ago, but really, it’s just a state of mind.  Just goes to show the state of some peoples minds, huh?

So, the apple post provoked some talk amongst my (3) readers.  I figured a good hostess would share all that she has.  Here goes:

Washing powder – Aussie style

2 bars of velvet soap, grated finely, then rubbed, like a short crust dough*  This will equal about two cups when finely powdered**

1 cup of washing soda – different to bi carb soda

1 cup of Borax – a naturally occurring, er /goes to check, mineral.  But you will have to make up your own minds about how you feel about it.  There hasn’t been any sort of reactions to it in my personal world.  That’s not saying you shouldn’t look into it if it gives to a vibe, you know?  Listen to those vibes.  They mean something.

If you don’t like Borax, or can’t source it, then I have heard that Bi Carb works as well.  So use 1 cup of that instead.

Mix it all together, like a dirty martini – skip the olive, as I find this will leave a funny smell to the clothing.

1 tablespoon will do a normal load,  2 tablespoons will knock a dirty/heavy load on its side and make it call mercy.

For a softener, I have used white vinegar for ages.  There is no smell to my clothes, either chemical or vinegar-y or sweet meadow like.  If I do get to hang them outside and bring them in dry, then there is a lovely fresh scent about them – a nice one, like fresh bread smells nice.

I have a rather dictatorial supermarket, where they decide what you can or cannot now have  (don’t get me started on the deodo-rant.  Or the under-Where?)  I haven’t had trouble buying this stuff from the dictators.  I do have to look rather hard though.  Pretend it’s Where’s Wally?)

So – that is the washing powder.

Let’s go the Hair care.

After mixing and matching, I have struck this to work well

1 tablespoon of bi carb to 1 cup of boiling water.  The water needs to be boiling.  Esp. in hard/bore water areas.

When you are about to combine the two, make sure you use a bowl that is much more than you need.  This stuff foams up amazingly.  I use a plastic drink bottle that holds about three cups of mixture.  Does me a couple of weeks.  I wash my hair every other day.  I can go three, but I spend the day wondering if I should have washed my hair, or have I been in a stiff wind.

Other things I have noticed – This stuff is not hard on coloured hair.  It does not wash it out faster than shampoo.  If you have bleached hair, then it ends drier – like it already has product in it.  I am not saying it’s snapping hair off or anything.  It’s just a bit dry.

I think, with the colour, this may depend on the brand of colourants you/your hairdresser uses.  I say this, because I have had my hair dyed (by a hairdresser) and using colour product gentle shampoo and conditioner, that stuff was out of my hair in a flash.

I haven’t tried this myself, but I’m keeping it in mind is coconut milk and castile soap.   Coconut is supposed to be magic for hair and moisture.

I have some castile on order, but it’s not here yet, and with my hair not being as bleached, I haven’t noticed the need for something a little more moisturise-y.

Regarding conditioner – well, I don’t know.  The apple cider vinegar didn’t ring my bell, didn’t stick at it long enough to get amounts just right, but with coloured hair (as I said before) I haven’t needed it.

I have been writing these recipes down on bits of envelopes and putting them about the house -  I can tell you, that doesn’t really work.  Instead, like me, use that little notebook that your friend gave to collect all these bits together in one spot.

I did make this:

I wish I had this at school.  No good comebacks for that one, hey? (I found this quote on Pinterest.  Of course.  Sorry)

Next post: Cooking! Lush style.

Maybe.

Lovely to see you again,

Princess Hibbie

/listening to Florence and the Machine, ceremonials.

*On a side note: I HATE that rubbing in of the butter and flour – I hate the feeling of flour – blergh /shiver.  I don’t like sand or dirt either. Don’t even get me started on cornflour! OH! /shivershivershiver

**I actually love standing in the laundry doing this.  Mind you, I love my laundry.  Not bragging, but everyone loves that laundry.  It’s a good laundry.  It should be.

Have you heard of this thing called ‘crunchy’?  I hadn’t.  To tell the truth, I am still not really au fait with it all.

From what I have thus far gathered, ‘crunchy’ means living maybe a more natural? um, less processed kind of life.  It’s a lifestyle thing, I guess.

And, isn’t it funny how your life has all these links – synapses – that link this bit to that bit to this bit.  I am not making any sense at all, am I?

Let me start at the beginning.  My silent partner here in blogland and I were talking about hair.  How limp it was, how this, that and the other it was/wasn’t.  None of the this, that or the other being good.  Then I started hearing about bens. Parabens, whoseitbens, all sorts of ben things that were being looked at sideways by people and used in the same sentences as cancer.  I don’t want to come over all radical or anything, but this stuff was rattling around in my head.

You all now of my Pinterest addiction*.   I saw a picture of this woman’s hair.  It was truly glorious.  It stated that she did not use shampoo.  And her hair was not greasy, was not limp, was all sorts of good stuff that I wanted.

I went to her blog, that was linked to another blog, that went… you get the idea, yes?  All these blogs were telling me that about how they don’t use shampoo or as the term goes ‘no ‘poo‘.  There are a lot of people out there that are doing this.

Bi carb is the weapon of choice.  Bi carb, and hot water and then a conditioning treatment of apple cider vinegar and some other things like honey.  You have it all in the kitchen.

So I tried it.  Silent blog partner tried it.  We tweaked, and now for about 4 or so months, I haven’t used shampoo.

My hair does not smell, I do not need to put product in my hair to make it stick out and I am not spending $50 on shampoo and conditioner.

This has led to other changes.  Now I make up my own washing powder.  It’s cheaper, but it is just as good, if not better than prepackaged stuff.  My clothes are soft and clean! I mean, really clean.

This isn’t craft, not really.  But I have counted it because I make it.

I have found sites with recipes for bodybutters, and I’m even going to try for deodorant.

I did make this last night.

I’m certain there have been other things in the last few months, but I can’t remember.  And (I know you won’t be surprised) I didn’t take pictures of them.

It’s the end of another year, I still haven’t finished this 52 weeks of craft, you all still come to see what things I have done, and I thank you for that.

Thank you for telling me that you read it too.  It means a lot.  (And thank you for not mentioning that it’s a while between drinks)

See you soon,

 Princess Hibbie

/listening to Pink Floyd

*(not particularly impressed that to have a pinterest account one must have either a facebook or twitter account – I don’t.  Nor do I want one, nor as much as I truly do love pinterest, am I going to get one.  A google account should suffice.  Shouldn’t it?  Not everyone you know needs to have you in their face all the time, do they?

So much so, that when my computer had an unauthorised lie down and shut everything, I had that silent scream thing happen.  I closed my eyes, I opened my mouth but nothing came out, except maybe a small puff of air.

Why was it devastating that Neville (my computer) shut down?  Because I had approximately 75 tabs and new windows opened with all the things I was investigating that I had found on people’s pinboards.  And they were suddenly, just, gone. Gone.

I could remember that each one of them was fabulous, but I knew that I was never going to find them all again.

Some I had bookmarked, others I saved pictures of, and most I lost.  How can I prevent this from happening ever ever again? (Neville is impervious to death threats.  In fact, he welcomes them.  He is ready to retire.  He would maybe like to travel the world in person, he has informed me.  He quite admires that gnome from Amelie)

Just join, you suggest.  Well, I tried.  Did you know that you can’t join unless you have a Facebook or twitter account?  I don’t have them.  I really don’t want either.  So, now I just make sure I look at everything as I find it.  Which makes things not so dire when things do things I don’t want.  It also means I can’t tell myself it’s okay to leave it, as it will be there when I get back.

Enough about all that.  The point I wanted to get to (short story long) is Pinterest is an incredible way of sharing ideas.  There is even a pin I found (see! it’s terrible) that advises that ideas should be shared because eventually you will become stale because everyone is coveting their own ideas.

And so.  I hope that it is okay that I used someone else’s idea to make a super awesome gift for a super dextrous 2 year old.  (The thing I love about Pinterest is that it links to the place where the pin was found.  I really like that credit goes to where credit is due.)

I saw this great home-made activity board.  It was a smack in the forehead moment of ‘Why didn’t I think of that?’

Using stuff that was found around the place already but buying some super cool switches, toggles and a couple of lock type things we ended up with this:

What is great about this?  It’s simple, but tailor-made for the young gentleman concerned.  It made me look at someone close to me with respect and admiration for his ingenuity and ability to think laterally.  He came up with the best part of the whole board, as far was I am concerned.  Praise was handed out.  (It was not Chavez.)  Feedback from the giftee’s family is that it hit the spot and went over a treat.

I love it when a plan comes together

Nice to see you so soon!

Princess Hibbie

/still not listening to anything

This is the choice I faced when I decided to have a go (‘bash’ would be more apt) at lino cutting.

I had to go to the art shop to buy the cutting tools* (I use ‘cutting’ loosely) and while I was there I got the lino too.

Home I came with my new possessions** .  I had an idea for a print already and sat down to start.

All did not go smoothly.  Unsmoothly, in fact.

I started out with a signature design by The Precious.  A peacock. (Alternatively known as peacot)

I scritched, scratched, scraped with what I thought were tremendously sharp implements that were capable of causing the cutting off of digits.

Pfft.  Not likely.

After hack, hack, hacking for half a day, I sat back and looked at my work.   I am not even going to show you.

I gently put my finger atop the sharp implement, ready to draw back at the slightest sign of detachment.  Nothing, not a drop of blood to be seen.  I pushed. Harder. Harder. Hard enough that I was leaving dings in my desk.  No sign of skin breakage.  Things were so blunt I could have used a cucumber to better effect!

I found Chavez, (he was languishing, waiting for a commission) I instructed him to have his way with these implements of non destruction***.    The way he looked at these things, I might have found something he couldn’t do.  But Chavez does not like to let me down (I tend to cast looks of derision and disappointment) and set about sharpening.

Armed this time with implements that I knew were not sharp, I started on another subject, namely some fish.

I came up with these:

All set to go – I  just had to find a roller to apply the paint to the lino cut things (What’s the word I’m looking for here?) Anyway.

This was not as easy as it seemed.  I didn’t have a rubber roller, so I figured one of my trusty paint the house rollers would work just as well.  Er, no. not really (maybe I was being fussy?)

I finally asked my cohort if I could borrow hers.  She was very nice and let me have a go with hers.

It helped me do this:

They are fish.  I have gone back to my roots and seem to be looking to the sea creatures for artistic expression. (Never did manage a sea fluke…)

Will I do more of these? meh.

I might, but to tell the truth, I like the lino cut itself, rather than the print.  They could look pretty good mounted, I think.

Another one down, thanks for dropping in, help yourself to some fruit.

Princess Hibbie

/listening to: Er, not much.  Any recommendations?

* (I went around for days trying to think of where I put the set of cutting tools that I had already purchased.  In the end, I decided that I only imagined buying them but it was very, very real.  I found those tools whilst looking for the double-sided tape four weeks after buying the new set)

**(again)

***(I didn’t ask if he could do it, because I didn’t believe that there wasn’t anything that Chavez was not able to do.)

Now, a story about me.  I found out the hard way a couple of years ago that one should not take jeans that you are happy to wear for granted.

No, no.

I stopped wearing name brand jeans quite a bit ago.     There is nothing as demoralising in spirit and soul as being slapped sharply in the face again and again that YOU do not suit OUR jeans (insert names of all the jeans companies in here).

YOU are not good enough.  YOUR shape is wrong, YOU are, well, um, not the RIGHT size for these jeans.  I had mere wisps of females looking at me (when they did indeed look), confused and askance when I asked for jeans that did not exist in that world.  Those are the jeans that everyone will wear.

Took my lifetime (to that point) to realise that it was the JEANS that were not right for ME.  The BRAND names were not good enough for ME.

I continued to look, because I rather like wearing jeans and finally found that the Target Boyfriend jean worked.  So, I bought some.  They wore out, I went back to buy more.  Guess what?

No.

They didn’t make that style this year.  This year, you want stretch! Yes! Stretch that will allow you to … do stretch-y things (Pilates?)  What stretch does is stick to your flesh.  Whatever is under that fabric is going to be shown on the outside.  (If you weren’t aware of this, it’s true.  Really.  I can’t lie about this)

Stretch is not a woman’s friend.  Oh, and something else?  Just because something is made in a large size?  Doesn’t mean it looks good on a larger person. /shakes head.

I personally wonder what shops are thinking and why do they want people going around looking like that.  It’s your brand!  Other people know where that person bought that item that is insulting to both the wearer and the looker.  It does you no favours making something that doesn’t flatter people.  My advice, don’t do it.  And to people wearing this stuff?  Just because you can, doesn’t mean you should.  (What a rant!)

So. Darning.

I have these jeans.  I like these jeans.but being made like the Wicked Witch of the West (dissolves in water) they don’t stand up to more than a year’s use.  I find that I am getting worn patches (the where of, I shall not burden you with.  We may have to make eye contact later, and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.)

So, I patched them.  There are a few sites on the interwebs that show you different ways to do it.  I have tried two ways.

One that I tried  is to iron on some fusible interface to the inside of the worn patch and then with your sewing machine run back and forth over the hole.  Works well.

The other way I tried was something called ‘cloth stitch‘.  I like the way this looks.   This hole was in a visible spot, so it’s a good thing.

My searches turned up this thing called Boro.  I am definitely going to have a go at this.  I just need for something to get a hole.

Peoples, it saddens me that we are being led into such a highly disposable high consumerist lifestyle.  I, for one, don’t want to be this wasteful.  Something else I don’t like about it?  I don’t like that I am manipulated into this (see above rant.  That is manipulation) sort of behaviour.  On one hand we are being trained to become people who buy new when one breaks, and then shops get the choice to tell me what I will wear this year.

I really don’t like that.

Just let me get down off the soapbox so I can say bye bye.

So you soon,

Princess Hibbie

/listening to Corinne Bailey Rae’s version of Bob Marley’s ‘Is this love?’ and ‘Pumped up kicks’ by Foster the People and ‘Paper Airplane’ by Buck 65

But this is not a post about fishing.  No, no.  It’s about this:

Ahh.  It turned out alright, hey?

I used a page from a japanese text book (of Job, I believe.  Jonah would have been more appropriate, but one must work with what one has, mustn’t one?)

I used a free sewing foot on the sewing machine and sewed as best I could on the tracing lines from the pattern I used.  (You didn’t think I just drew that, did you?)

This was actually the second thing I did last week.  First, I did this:

This was hand stitched onto yet another page from the poor book that has been used for most of the other things involving book pages.

I traced a sashiko pattern on the reverse and then stitched away, remembering which was the ‘good’ side.

The only thing that I would warn you about is that the paper gets weak around the areas of a lot of stitches (those centre bits) and the thread can tear through and sit underneath.

If you catch it in time, a small teeny bit of sticky tape will strengthen the area.

Although these two things are rather nice, you may wonder what on earth took so long, yes?

Well, I got stuck.  A blog I read mentioned in passing an app for an iphone (which I don’t have one of, but the site sounded good I looked for it anyway)- the site is Craftgawker.  My Goodness.  I was at that for weeks!  I finally detach my eyes, after making it to page eleventy-ten (or maybe just 116)and realise I have opened so many other tags of great stuff I wanted to look at more, I can’t even find the end of them!

Being someone who appreciates a bit of filing I knew I needed somewhere to keep this stuff.  And then Umma wrote and said ‘ oh, hibbie, you are so amazing and cool, and a great dancer, and you spend an awful amount of time on the interwebs learning the most uncanny things, of course you would already know about Pintrest.

No. Actually. I did not.  So there is more staring and looking about.

I didn’t request an invite to Pintrest.  I am rather shy.  And vaguely paranoid.  Sometimes I have a persecution complex.  But not for a while.  I wanted to get the best organising thing for all these blogs and sites and so forth.  Bookmarks don’t work that well for me.  I don’t go in and look at them regularly.  A blogreader is wonderful, I like that.  But I don’t necessarily want to read the blog attached to the object.   I just want to see this bit of work, you know?

I opened a live binder, but am thinking that it isn’t going to work like I want.  I am thinking it’s going to be a Pintrest board.

What are your suggestions?  Is there something that you know, that I don’t, but should?  Tell me.  Please.  Really.

Ohhh! Another thing.  Have you even seen this???  I just went right ahead and got me a subscription to all this paper yum.  No,  You don’t need to think about it either.  Just do it.  You will like it.

So, you see, I have been doing things, other than trying to see a doctor, just one, for maybe ten minutes (don’t ask.) or staring at the ceiling wondering what sort of chickens I would like.  I mean, I even squashed some craft in there!

Anycause, now that I have given you all these links, you aren’t going to be looking in my direction for a while.

Pack snacks.

Princess Hibbie

/listening to Lover Seeker Keeper

Or is that just road trips?  Or Vegas?  Anyway, I’m breaking that rule.

I have this yarn.  It came to live with me about two years ago.  It is a sock yarn.  It was never going to be a sock, or even a pair of socks.

I bought this stuff because it has bamboo in it.  I love bamboo.  The love has just gotten stronger the more I use other yarns.

I love the colourway (Look at me, using these words. Colourway! ha!) It’s smokey purple and rusty brown and heather-y grey and a misty white.

This stuff has refused, actively refused, to become anything other than a massive knotted mess.  Yes, actively.

I have knitted this stuff so many times, I can’t actually remember all of them.  And unravelled every one.

It’s like trying to break in a horse.  There is bucking, twisting, turning.  There is flat out stubborn refusal to go forward, or backward or anywhere.  There has been a lot of shoving into cupboards and going out to mow the lawn or standing in front of the lemon tree with sharp cutting implements.

This stuff really, just does not want to be anything other than a ball of yarn.

Well, it’s three balls now.  One came forth from the really horrible tangled knotted mess that it made itself on one of the earlier attempts to make it something, the other two is a recent thing, that was done deliberately.  It said in the pattern to do it.

Even now, well into the knitting of this scarf, it bucks up and tries my determination in ways that until recently, astounded me.  How come  I am no longer astounded?  Because I expect it now.

This scarf is called Favourite scarf ever, and the comments made on Ravelry have been along the lines of ‘ Oh, great scarf, but mind numbingly simple to make. Some old thing row after row’.

Well.  Maybe they need to get their hands on some challenging yarn and have a go?!

The pattern is quite lovely, if I do say so myself (afterall, I did choose it to make)  and it isn’t a difficult pattern, but man. /shakes head.  This yarn is a handful.

I don’t think the problem is all me.  There is evidence that I can do simple knitting.

I’ll let you know if I manage to finish.  I have just noticed that the side has started to unravel.  What is that?  In the middle of no where, the side unravels?

It must be because the extra/lost stitches hasn’t foiled me.

See you soon,

Princess Hibbie

/was listening to ‘The Wave’ by Susan Casy.  I had to stop because I was concentrating on the knitting too much.  That and the fact they were talking about how not to buy real estate near the ocean.

Seemingly equal to this book/paper obession, is one for maps.  I am thinking it is verging  on unhealthy.  I have considered snatching atlases and the like from other people, just so I can have it for myself.  Of course, I have not acted on this.  Yet.

This is something that has come from this:

This was a present for a friend.  Whether she was particularly thrilled, I don’t know, but I sure liked it!

Once more, my little recycling heart was happy.  It was made with cereal box cardboard, envelope insides, and lined paper from exercise pads about the place.  I included an envelope too, as a handy dandy pocket for things.

I asked my friend where was her favourite place in the world, and she said Spain! – therefore the map adorning the cover.

Now, I am a girl that is a bit enarmoured with South America, myself  (Hi, Chavez!)  and I think this is why I found it impossible to give this little dinky pad away:

It’s ideal for your handbag, for those times when you need a bit of paper to scribble a quick note on.  So far I have carried it around in my bag, but have not once scribbled on it’s pages.  I think I am ‘saving’ it for later.  This one has a flapp-y bit on the end so it tucks into the slit on the bottom flap.  It’s sort of like a matchbook.

Now, it should not surprise anyone reading this that I was inspired to these great things by stuff I found on the interwebs.  Do a search on ‘recycled notebooks’ and brace yourself for all the nifty stuff you shall see.  Great tutes too.

Now, this is two updates in one month, I totally understand if you need to have a bex and a lie down.  It’s okay, go on.

talk to you soon!

Princess Hibbie

(*If you know where that comes from, and comment with the answer first,  I’ll send you a present)

It’s been a while.  Thank you for dropping by, in the meanwhile.

I have been doing things.  It’s the pics that do me in, you know.  Yes, I have whinged about this before.  I still am.

The paper obsession is not lessening.  I did get distracted and make some nifty quick t-shirt pants for a handsome young gentleman I know (Hi Ollie!).

These pants took about 30 minutes to make.  Even with the drafting of a quick sticks pattern – actually, it was a single leg piece, and I traced that (rather loosely) from a pair of pants the kid was already wearing.  What took the time was convincing Chavez to give up his t-shirts for this worthy cause.

You get a little thrill for finally recycling that t-shirt into something other than a rag.  It makes you more inclined to dispose of those clothes that really, (lets face it Chavez,) don’t work for you no more.

Go have a look at the tute here.

/goes to look for pics

I don’t have one.

I also don’t have a pic of a baby sleep suit I made for a friend, either.  I got that from here.

I altered the sack part so that it was one piece, instead of having a seam around the middle.  I used a plain stretch fabric and made a binding out some non-boy/girl stretchy fabric for the edges.

Sounds good, doesn’t it? Yeah, shame about no pics.  Maybe one later…

But, here is someone who dropped in.  He was hanging about in the front yard.  (I think he just realised he was not in a eucalyptus tree…)

Oh! Hang on!  Just this week I made a pelmet for my bedroom window.

Now, before you go paying out on me for this daggy affectation, let me finish.

There is an incredible amount of streetlights of an incredibly bright nature surrounding my house (thinking about it just now, maybe I am actually living in a prison yard? This would come as no surprise to many of you that have heard of my holidaying adventures.)  There is so much light that despite my block out curtaining there was a lot of light coming in to try to peel my sleeping eyes open.  What tipped me over the pelmet edge was a friend telling me that you can cut an amazing amount off heating just by installing this daggy window decoration (something like 30%!).  I like the idea that I am not consuming more than I need to.

Thinking on this, I asked further questions like, does it have to look like pelmets look?   Would it work if it were all stealth like and svelte?

Yes!  So I did.  (There was more to that conversation, but I have spared you)

I measured between the wall and the edge of the curtain rail (hard, as I don’t like heights, ladders and I am not tall) and made a doubled over calico pocket that runs along the width of the window, with a pocket sewn in a the front which I slipped all the stolen fridge magnets into.  Everything on the magnet board  is now hanging precariously by the one magnet I deemed unsuitable for my purposes and left there.

This works to hold the calico pocket to the top and front of the curtain rail.  I made calico pieces to run down the sides of the curtain too, to block the light from coming in from the sides.

I have to tell you, it is delightful. Truly.  It is unobtrusive – you probably wouldn’t notice it if you didn’t know it was there.  I believe that the room is warmer too – look at it this way, I’m not freezing in there anymore even with the heater going.  And.  It.  Is.  Dark.

Look.

Thank you for coming by too.

Princess Hibbie

/listening to Eat, Pray, Love soundtrack because the Dean Martin one wore out.

Ahhh…  I must admit, I do like this piece of work.  But until this past weekend, it has been languishing about on whatever vertical surface I could find to lean it against.

It’s true.  I shamefully confess, I did not completely finish it previously.  (I was still pretty impressed with the whole thing, so it wasn’t a problem for me.  You may think I was being dishonest)

There was no ill intent meant.   And there was no where on the interwebs that told me some way of actually framing a book that has been hacked into, to make it look like a balloon, either.

I had an idea in mind as to how to achieve a way to hang the book, but I do like to be certain.  This certainty is only achieved by looking at lots and lots of pictures and/or instructions on the web and then I’m away.

Nothing.  Not that I could find.

So, after months I armed myself with a not precious book, went to the shed, full of resolve and most of a plan.  It involved timber, battery operated tools and screws.  Yes.  There could easily have been blood.

There wasn’t.  I think I did get clobbered by the timber as it swung about at the end of the drill, but, no blood.

I am posting my personal half-baked show-and-tell, because, let’s face it, there is nothing else about, so it’s better than that.

Please keep in mind I’m just providing what I was looking for.  No rocket science, just someone saying, ‘yeah, that’ll work’.

I took my book and actually just marked on some scrap timber (recycle! reuse! don’t know what to ask for at hardware shop and I’m wearing track suit pants and slippers!) the length of the book.  Then I reduced that amount by some, so that you can’t see the timber unless directly staring at the back of the book.

All highly exacting and precise, yes.

I sanded the bits of old Ikea furniture and they came up quite nice.

I then explained to the hardware dealer in my shed,  in a highly technical way that I needed some screws. Short-ish, but with flat fat heads (like some people I know)

How short?

Oh, you know, bout this /holds up fingers that don’t maintain the same distance from one moment to the next.

How wide a head?

….. erm.

In the end, it was just easier for me to nay or aye as the available screws were paraded in front of me.  I made a choice.

I then had to do it.  First, I went to find the camera.

Right.  Here we go.

Notice how the timber is slightly shorter than the length of the book? hmmm….

Again, with the precision.  I am going to attach the timber about there.  So, you know, again, inside the edge, so you can’t see it from in front.

They are IN.  Exhale now, exhale.

All good?

So, there it is.  After this, I stuck the other loose pages  down (those held by Chavez, the hand model) using double-sided tape.  It worked a treat.  I didn’t use glue, as that has a rather uncontrollable effect on paper creating wrinkles and creases and generally causing great anxiety to the one that has just used it.  Double-sided tape.  Not just for scrapbookers.

I hope this helps someone.  Probably me, as I was so impressed with how the book worked, that I am definitely going back for more.

Thanks for swinging by.  You sure make me feel special.  But, in that good way.

Princess Hibbie

/listening to Bird Brain on podcast.