Category Archives: Handbound journals
Whimsicle Creamsicle journals…for your Sweet Toof.

Only made eight of the ‘whimiscle’ Sweet Toof journals, so far. Took most of the afternoon to photograph these, and the eight patchwork journals from recent posts, to my Madeit and ETSY shops. Only three of the Sweet Toofs got posted, but I’m just so sick of sitting in front of my laptop. I need a break. I need to maybe eat somthing? It’s 5 in the afternoon, and all I’ve had is coffee and a piece of toast at 7 this morning. See you tomorrow. ![]()


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Patchwork journals, and A Portrait of the Artist’s Dinner
Started the day with a small pile of text blocks (stitched, taped, glued yesterday) and 8 pieces of machine-stitched crazy patchwork. There’s a craft market on the grounds of the NT Museum and Crafts Council this Sunday, and I wanted to offer something new for the Dry Season.
Also, I finished Danielle’s barn owl journal. It needed something, so I painted some curly tendrils and leaves over the rainbow of owl silhouettes. What do you think? I hope D. likes it, anyway.
Towards lunchtime Kris went over to the mangroves and pulled up our crab trap (sometimes—not very often—we take the time to bait and set out a trap for the mudcrabs in this area). He came home with three monstrous crabs…all in our one trap! Yay! The timing was perfect, as Kris sets sail tomorrow morning for the Philippines, so we were going to have a memorable last dinner together (and for the four months that he’ll be gone there is no way that I am going crabbing myself!) They were big. And man, they were angry! Not that I blame them.
We had two of them for dinner. Chilli crab! The third we just steamed, for ‘snacks’ tomorrow. One of tonight’s crabs was just stuffed to bursting with deep orange fat…Kris was going to throw it all overboard! I let out an alarmed scream: “Crazy white man! Throwing out the best part!” You can buy crab fat—just crab fat—in bottles back home. It’s expensive and precious and decadent, with a squeeze of lime, a dash of fish sauce, and some chopped chillies, on fresh hot steamed rice. (Instructions to Soul: Die. Go to Heaven.)
*shaking head* Honestly! Throwing away the crab’s rich fat…or removing the beautiful heads of large fish…or boiling wonderful big prawns in plain water, and then chilling them on ice, and eating them between slices of horrible white bread, with cold butter, and lettuce leaves. Blarggghhh! No wonder England has had to adopt vindaloo as its national dish.
Take an egg. So many wonderful things can be done with an egg. At the place where I work, the elderly unfailingly ask for one hard-boiled egg, sliced, in a sandwich of soft, white, chemical bread, with nothing else but lettuce and some butter. “Salt?” I ask…a desperate, pleading look in my eyes. “No, no salt. No pepper, either.” Ye gods. In the kitchen out back, we refer to this as “Fart Sandwich”.
Chilli Crab
- 1 Tbs ginger, minced
- 4 garlic cloves, minced
- 4 fresh red chillies
- 8 Tbs sunflower oil
- 4 fresh raw mud crabs, cleaned and quartered
- 2 Tbs sugar
- 1 Tbs salt
- 2 Tbs tomato paste
- 2 eggs, beaten
- to garnish: coriander leaves, roughly chopped
Blend the first three ingredients in a food processor (or with a mortar and pestle) to make the spice paste. Add a little oil to make it smooth.
Mix the last four ingredients together (not counting the coriander garnish), to make the sauce.
Heat a wok in high heat until smoking hot. Add the oil. Stirfry the pieces of crab until the shells change color (2 minutes or so). Remove and set aside, turning the stove down to medium. Stirfry the blended spice paste for a minute or two. Add the sauce mixture to the wok and stir well. Put the crab pieces back in, and simmer for three minutes, adding a sprinkle of water now and then if the sauce gets too thick.
Finally, stir in the beaten eggs and cook until they set into strands dispersed throughout the gravy. Move to a large, wide dish or platter. Sprinkle coriander over the dish, and serve immediately (with steamed basmati rice.)
Hint: If you don’t want to cook a frozen or long-dead crab (inferior, even unacceptable, to Asian cooks…and don’t even think about those plastic trays of white and orange ‘crab meat’! They’re made of fish.) put your live crabs on top of lots of ice in a cooler for at least an hour. They will turn catatonic and very placid, but won’t die. When you’re ready to cook them, you can pick them up easily, they won’t put up a fight. Take extreme care if you are going to pick up an angry, alert mud crab with your bare hands…they may look small, but those pincers will crush the bones in your hand. As I was moving these monsters into the cooler, I used a wooden spoon to push them out of their buckets. The smallest of the three grabbed my wooden spoon and cracked it.
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Dreams.
From a certain point onward there is no longer any turning back. That is the point that must be reached.
Franz Kafka
Was halfheartedly painting today. All I have to show for it is this pink version of my bicycle, which is red in reality (a Ruby Belle retro bicycle by ProGear, Melbourne.) This is just a small detail from the larger painting Moulin D’or, which is coming along very slowly.
I’m at that point where I don’t know what it’s about, or why I’m doing it, or whether each new thing that I add to the painting is right. Unsure about everything. Unhappy with everything. Ready to turn back. I know from the last painting that I have to push ahead, regardless of how I feel; I cannot expect to be happy with everything I do to this piece of canvas…especially not at the beginning. I never am. I need to get to that place Kafka refers to…the point where everything pulls together, and I’m not working blind anymore.
The Golden Mill…grinding dirt into gold…spinning a dream. Was thinking about this visit I’m making to Malaysia, and how I’ve decided to take my bike along, and cycle from KL to Butterworth: 367 kms. I’ve never done more than 25 kilometers at one time…and here I want to do 367 in the equatorial heat of an unfamiliar Southeast Asian country? What started as a crazy idea has turned into intense longing. I really want to do this. It’s taking on the proportion of a dream. Not a massive, life-altering dream, but a compact, concrete and doable one. A dream with a definite goal, a finish line. It’s good to have a mix of small and big dreams…pepper your long journey through deserts of heroic effort with little oases dreams…like a rest and a snack before setting off again.
I haven’t had many dreams in my life…at least not that I was ever aware of. I’m not a very ambitious nor competitive person. I’m actually really happy with who I am and what my everyday life is like—which can be a good thing—but it makes me pretty complacent. My parents seemed a bit scared to dream, and I think I’ve inherited that meekness. Nothing wrong with being happy with what I’ve got and where I am, but I think I should still be incubating a few little dreams…even if it’s just to find out what my limitations are when I hit a wall chasing the dream. After all, there’s just this one life (that I’m sure about, anyway)…this may be my only chance.
The words scrawled to the right of the bicycle is Kris’s personal motto. “Dream. Without dreams you are as good as dead.” Kris has a zillion dreams. And he’s one of the few people I know who actually works methodically through the list. So I know that it’s not impossible and I don’t want to be the sort of person who talks, for the rest of her life, about the one big thing she did when she was in her 20s!
Other bits from the day: I’ve put a patchwork journal together…
and found this is old silkscreened print that I did a few years ago. The stencils (3 colors) were cut by hand, the design is Shucho’s “Girl with A Mouse”. I’ve posted this photograph because the print was lying around, and when I picked it up to put it away, I got some funny ideas involving ukiyo-e. I need to work on the ideas before I shoot my mouth off here. So this is just a teaser.
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Rainbow (☉v☉) and unearthly flowers

A friend of mine wants another owl journal (I made one for her last Fabruary), needed urgently. I tried painting some canvas to use as the book cover, but wasn’t happy with the way things were going last night. This morning I put the idea of a painted cover aside, and started making a felt owl for the cover instead.

When the owl was done, I realized it wouldn’t look too bad, stitched down to the original piece of painted canvas. So I put the two ho-hum ideas together, and came up with one book cover that I am really happy with.
I’ll be doing all the binding stuff tomorrow, and post pics of the finished journal.
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Kris went to the Parap Saturday markets this morning, and brought me home a couple of huge, unearthly ornamental ginger blooms. I love the pale pink one, it looks like an exotic form of whorled shellfish.
That’s all for today! I’m off to see Loop the Loop with friends tonight! On the Darwin Entertainment Center’s website the show is described thus:
Prepare to be violently impressed when master musician Gene Peterson goes head to head with multi instrumentalist Adam Page in this phenomenal musical showdown. In a 100 minute jam-packed performance, the audience will be treated to a plethora of amazing skills, from simultaneously playing keyboards and drums, to Tibetan throat singing, to using a variety of vegetables as musical instruments!! Sometimes quirky, often hilarious, at times unbelievable but always impressive, Loop the Loop offers the ultimate performance package.
I hear they play have composed pieces for squeaky bath toys and flutes made of zucchinis; how have I managed to live without knowing how to turn a zucchini into a musical instrument? “Run, don’t walk!” was the message my friend sent me on Facebook. So I’ve gotta run.
No time like the present…
M. purchased one of our handbound wooden journals from my Madeit shop, recently. It’s a birthday present for her husband, and I offered to wrap it for her. Now I’m not so sure that was a good idea, as I realize everybody has his/her own ideas of how to wrap a present for someone very special. It’s all very well to do something contemporary and creative with brown paper and hemp twine, but what if M’s own idea of a nicely wrapped present is glossy paper, bright colors, and gold foil accents?
It isn’t perfect, but I sure hope my treatment meets with M’s approval, as it took a bit of time to make, and the parcel goes into the post tomorrow. Love it or hate it, I can’t change it anymore.
I tried to keep it simple, playful, (basically) masculine. I personalised the parcel with hand-cut name and birthday greetings—using a sheet of scrapbook paper like wood veneer, to echo the wood of the journal itself. Made a pleated brown paper flower, some scored and folded leaves from old map prints, and tied a bit of hemp twine around it.
It’s got “handmade” written all over it. I wonder if that’ll be seen as a good, or a bad thing*? Well, I’ll find out in a week’s time, when M. gets her parcel in the post.
*Oh, heck, what’s the worst that can happen…that she’ll undo my work and re-wrap it herself? Not so terrible, is it?
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