Long stitch binding - Finnish reindeer vellum, brown wax paper, self made paper, photo transfer (photo from Emil's album), waxed linen thread
204 pages of coarse brown recycled paper  (13,5x10,5x3cm / 5.3"x4.1"x1.2")

The hottest day this year. Cross-country skiiers are appropriate, then. Maybe I need to think wintery things just to balance my sudden yearning for a hammock. For the first time ever I have a balcony large enough to house almost whatever I want, and apparently the one thing I return to again and again is a hammock. Getting lost in thoughts a lot lately. I already got a small herb garden today (strawberries, tomatoes and some flowers, too), thus my not-so-green thumb is perfectly content balcony-wise. V will have to do the watering because I usually can't tell one day from another and forget when it's time to tend to the greens. 

The picture rail is up, everything framed and laid down on the floor in the exact order they're to be hung - maybe tomorrow will be the day. The original plan changed along the way (art lost into random piles during the move, cannot be bothered to turn everything upside down looking for it, etc.) but I'm actually quite happy about the end result being more simplistic than planned. My collection of cabinet photos grew yesterday so I get to exhibit even more long-dead people on my wall. Leafing through the disintegrated new-to-me photo album got me thinking I've always found the habit of marking crosses on photos (over the heads of deceased people) somehow very morbid. It's not very likely you forget who's dead and who's not, is it? And if it's meant for the future generations, I still don't get it.

If you've been following my blog for a while you've probably noticed I get stuck on details a lot. Lately it's been getting a bit out of control, mostly because of the TV series I've been watching. Just a few nights ago V had to discuss the medical discrepancies in Hannibal with me for what seemed like hours, way past bedtime anyway. V thinks it's irrelevant if something's plausible or not - I just can't take seriously stuff with factual errors in it. (Hannibal's not too bad, actually. It's just gross and fascinating.) If a fictional story is supposed to happen in the same reality we live in, you just can't go and change the scientific laws unless it's the whole point of the story (which basically means the story isn't happening in our reality after all).  V's very patient with me, still foolishly disagreeing on certain things, though...