Protests

I knew all along that shutting down the making of things in service to the Book was going to be difficult, but I didn't think that it would get so dire as to have my eyeball actually start to try to escape my eye. It was so swollen that it looked like a permanent load of tears in my eye but actually it was distended eyeball. Last night was scary but I am finally on the right drugs and recovering. I never want to see my eyeball do that again. So I gave today over entirely to catching up on lost time. I whipped out the sewing machine and did this book of an old transcription I did over ten years ago. Like all old work that doesn't quite work in its first form, I cut it up and turned it into something new and I LOVE it.

This, I did last night while waiting until midnight to take the second dose of drugs (I hate them and I hate that I've had to take so many in the last year but it can't be helped. I like my sight too much).

Then I made the "trade" version of it in blue, with Habu yarn, rather than hanji. Which works better, I think, but it seems so sinful that it's so easy to make. I was also very happy to figure out yet another way to affix text into my knitted pages. This version is the EASIEST of all.

This one was a huge struggle and I am not convinced it works BUT I am going to leave it like this for the time being. I won't be surprised if I have to re-make it in a few years. I would have another big book done by now if I hadn't been a Very Naughty Paper Person and put paper into the printer that should never go into the printer. And now it's lost, the printer ate it and won't let me see where it went, and the machine just goes round and round and won't stop whirring. I'm going to take a break before I break out the screwdriver and pull the thing apart to find what I expect to be a wadded-up, black-from-toner piece of handmade paper.