I know. You might be looking at the photos, checking the header and thinking: Am I in the right place? Is that stitching? A bunch of coloured threads? A punch?
Yep, it's me. Or at least half of me (the un-photobook bit) having a play in a specially-created section of my Life Mapped Midori-style planner. I'm liking small; 5"x8" feels manageable. And when the rest of my life feels a bit unmanageable at times, believe me that's a win :).
And I didn't even take the whole thing apart and reprint it when, just about to press the shutter, I noticed the error in the journalling: the book is called "The Twelve Week Year". I'm putting it down to the wooziness of hefty painkillers. I wish I could tell you it was the giddiness of Spring fever, but we've had thunder, lightening, hail and snow the last twenty-four hours and it's nearly May. From me up here, to you down there and across the globe, sending you lots of warm good wishes and thank-you for popping in :).