Journal

Notes from a newspaper-covered table.

Occasional writing about making things and the occasions that require them. New batches, what worked, what did not, and the odd opinion about handmade objects.

No schedule. Nothing here promises a post a week, because that promise would be broken by October.

Dozens of letters and words cut from printed paper, scattered across a small round wooden table beside a grey sofa
Cut-out letters, mid-sort, on the nearest available table.