That’s what I call a self-fulfilling prophecy.
Putting pretty paper on books is one of my hobbies, and I find that when I’ve got a sweet-looking book to keep my lists of things to do in, I’m mysteriously more likely to actually get those things done. I first made one of these for my lists of mending and all of a sudden I have all these clothes with no holes in them. What’s up with that??
This book had an additional challenge… I’ve made a deal with myself not to buy any more notebooks or sketchbooks until I’ve used up the jillion partially-filled ones I’ve already got, so I figured I’d just cover up an old book for this project. But I still wanted to have access to what I’d drawn and written before, instead of plastering it shut with glue. That’s where the handy little band comes in: I just slide it off to reveal an ambitious but ultimately short-lived little project called FOOD DIARY: A BODY BOOK, which was supposed to be lots of pithy, illustrated observations about body image and food politics. It’s since been replaced by my other tumblr. Womp womp, as it were.
