My soul is alight with your infinitude of stars. Your world has broken upon me like a flood. The flowers of your garden blossom in my body. The joy of life that is everywhere burns like an incense in my heart. And the breath of all things plays on my life as on a pipe of reeds.
It started with a piece of linen, divided into front, spine, and back journal cover panels using some thread and a running stitch. Onto this I let wet circles of ink puddle and pool, adding details as parts dried. When all was dry, I photographed the cloth, and filled the orbs with PicMonkey overlays of flower balls and spirographs. The next day the finished piece was uploaded to Spoonflower for printing, as my first pattern design ever, and something new to cover my hand-bound journals with.
Waiting for that first proof has me buzzing with excitement and/or apprehension.
Also, I have managed to surprise my disenchanted self, at this late stage. Last night I lay in bed and said, dazedly, “I actually got off my ass and did something I have been talking about doing for three years, and it only took two days!” Kris murmured back in the dark, “Shocking. What is the world coming to?”