I've started to become more than a little obsessed with making journals. These four were made in the last two days, and I'm planning to put together a couple more this evening.
There's just something immensely satisfying about making a book. Ever since I was a little kid, I've been a bibliophile. My dad and I used to making trips to Half Price Books in Austin, where we'd cart in a box or two at a time of books I could stand to part with. Even after those trips, I still had a whole bookcase full.
Being able to combine my newly-discovered love of paper collecting (read: hoarding) and my love for books is pretty dang awesome. I'm also enjoying learning more about where and how these papers are made; one of the first journals I sold was made from Indian paper, and ended up in Australia. Imagine: that paper is more well-traveled than most people ever will be.