To Rip, or not to Rip…

Sigh. Mutter. Squirm. I am in a quandary. For my collages I have been thoughtfully curating illustrations from a vintage book. I bought the aforementioned book at a flea-market in 1991 for £3.00, and for the last eighteen years the book has been kept in a variety of cardboard boxes; occasionally I would flick through it and admire the pictures. There is text in the book and I did mean to read it, honest, but I never did. Anyhow, today I thought about getting another copy and I checked it out online – replacing my trashed book might cost £25+

I feel guilty about trashing the book. I grew up respecting books. BUT, if I hadn’t trashed the book then it would still be sitting in a box, unopened, unread, unappreciated. I would’ve never gotten around to selling it on Amazon or Ebay – I wanted to keep it because I like the pictures so much, and with the collages it is getting a new lease of life, and if I frame and display the collages then I can always look at the pictures…

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And the reason I wanted another copy? So that I could trash it, of course. Sigh. Mutter. Squirm. At ease, I can’t afford to do that right now.

To add to this quandary is a further quandary relating to a vintage newspaper – the very first edition of The Sunday Telegraph – which originally belonged to my dad. I was going to take my scissors to the print, but I checked online, and it might be worth £100 – £200. Sigh. Mutter. I am not squirming yet because I haven’t cut it up. It is so gorgeous. Even a full page framed would look good. Damn it. I would love to cut it up and use it. Anyhow, it is now in a box with nobody looking at it. Excuse the colloquialism, but this quandary has done my head in. Of course I would take £200 if offered, but what is my price? How much lower would I go? Or in other words: How much money does someone have to offer me so that I don’t cut it up? Would I give it up for £40? No. But nor would I spend £40 on a vintage book or newspaper to cut up. Do you see my issue? I’ve not really spent any significant money on the items I’ve cut up. Yet.

I am sighing, muttering, stomping my feet, and huffing all over the place. I love making the collages, and when I put them together every component has to be just so. Making copies of the pictures from the book would not have worked for me – I did try, but I could see that the originals looked so much better. There is something special about aged book paper, it’s just so infused with existence [whatever that means].

Perhaps I should remind myself that generally art materials are expensive, and that these vintage bits and pieces are, for the time being, my materials.

So, should I cut up the vintage newspaper? Or try to sell it?

Next Week: More Map News!!! Are we there yet?

Mapping Mogwash!!!

For the month of July a few of us have challenged ourselves to make a map. Dinah has already started, so I thought it only polite that I join in. Of course I am going to make a map of my fictional village, Mogwash, how could I not? But where to start?

Because Mogwash was created by my own fair hand I decided to take a photograph of my palm. After cropping the picture, and adding a few filters to make the lines darker [yay, that worked well, why did I bother?] I had this image:-

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In the palm of my hand

So I simply printed it off and traced over the lines…. and yay, I have something that could be mistaken for a map!

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First sketch of Mogwash!!!

Yep, I went a bit wrong in places, my eyesight is wonky, like this blog, but it is the first preliminary sketch and it will change an awful lot through a process of decisions. The next thing I do have to decide is how big I want it to be, and what type of surface to use.

I wonder where the scout hut is where Mago the archaeologist dug up the carpark? Where is the Onion Gallery? WHERE IS THE PUB??? Where does Moonchild Etherington-Smythe live? Where is Mrs Fitzpatrick’s hand built alpine rockery? All should be revealed over the coming weeks! I kind of think I’ve got a lot of reading to do, and a hunch that I’ll still be tinkering with this map cum December…

Friday Stuff

You see what I did there? Okay, so I am no longer the hostess with the mostess trolley on a Sunday, but instead I will be here on a Friday bringing you….GLORIOUS….stuff! All sorts of stuff, the stuff that you’d rather shove in a kitchen drawer and ignore, but you never know, one day it might come in handy.

There will be this sort of stuff:-

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Lots of stuff!

There will be calligraphy….

Old Stuff

There will be vague witterings taken from my autobiography, of which I seldom speak, and of course there will be music!!!

I heard this the other day, I was watching Just Go With It because I needed something to send me to sleep. It worked a treat, but when I woke up towards the end of the film, this was playing:

And I thought, yay, that’ll be great for Sunday Music, forgetting that I no longer do the Sunday Music thing…
So, anyhow, whatever, expect STUFF from me on a Friday. There may even be a vague reference to a map next week.

This post was brought to you in a rush by Scarlet Blue.

Sunday Music – The Last Version

I am relinquishing the Sunday Music slot, and handing it back to Mr Mags. I think he has learnt his lesson, and from this point onwards I am sure he will take his duties seriously. Plus, I have noted that people miss having Sunday Music on a Tuesday, it confuses them for it to always be on a Sunday.

And with the word ‘last’ still reverberating in our ears, I bring you this little ditty, which I dedicate to Mr Lax

Goodbye my sweet friend.

Sunday Music – The Blah Version

I am feeling very blah. I do have a proper post written for today, it is languishing in my ‘drafts’ file, but due to my overwhelming feeling of blah, that is where it is staying. Drafting stuff doesn’t seem to work for me, it loses its immediacy.

It is raining. Again. Hence the blah. I keep being sent emails from clothing stores imploring me to Stock up for Summer! They include pictures of T-shirts, shorts, swimwear, sunglasses, etc, but no raincoats or rain hoods. It seems that last year’s glorious weather has wiped the typical British Summer from our collective memory. I will not be stocking up. I will be saving instead for a good coat, which I can at least wear for 8 months of the year.

So, with this in mind, here is a tune…..

And this version might even cheer me up!

Sunday Music – The Map Version

There has been much chatter across the blogs in the past week about having some sort of celebration of cartography. Mr Devine started it HERE. WE ALL WANT TO MAKE MAPS NOW. Especially Dinah. And me. My proposition is that during the month of July, those of us who are interested, make some sort of map. And it can be about anything – gardens; groynes; coastal erosion; a personal, yet musical journey from 1978 to 1983; how a local bakery displays its cakes; a map of your progress through 24hrs [especially if you stay indoors]; or a chart of the best way through your local supermarket. Think big, think small. Post every day about maps, or post just once, it doesn’t matter, think of it as ‘show and tell’. Oh, and it can be physical, or digital – anything goes!

In other news: I have opened a shop!!! On this blog!! Yes, please feel free to give me money, and in return I will give you a piece of nice water colour paper with more bits of paper stuck on it. But, please don’t all rush at once as the shop isn’t well stocked, but I do hope to fill it with more of this sort of thing:-

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Interactive Collage!!!

This is my first interactive collage – made from recycled blog posts and a removable vintage crossword puzzle.

…and without the vintage crossword.

I really think that I have now mastered this marketing malarkey. Charmaine begs to differ.

FINALLY, what you have ALL been waiting for. The Sunday Music…..