Um, yeah. Hi! It's me! I have a really good reason for not checking in sooner but you'll just have to take my word for it. I'm better. I'm fine. And no, for those of you speculating, I was not forcibly institutionalized, but thanks for your confidence.
Now that THAT awkwardness is out of the way: This is my 200th post. So in honor of that nearly missed occasion and the upcoming release of Mixed Mania here's the deal:
Leave a comment to:
- Tell me you didn't notice I was missing
- Enter a random drawing to win an autographed copy of our book
- Prove that I still have readership (besides you, Dad, and no you can't win the drawing)
While alienating and ignoring all of my old friends, I made a new one. You know, just in case you all moved on without me. Heather wasn't my friend until she reviewed our book, but that's not why I like her. I like her because she gave us a good review. You can hear all about it as well as listen to Heather's other engaging podcasts here.
Under the "close encounters with great artists" heading, I barged into Dan Essig's studio in Asheville on Sunday, forcing him to meet me. I had to. Debbi has been talking about Dan and his influence on her own bookbinding since I've known her. He was busy and as I told Debbi, I was polite and brief and subdued and generally unlike my usual self so as not to embarrass her.
The shop at Grovewood Gallery has a couple of Dan's exquisite books that they generously let us handle and admire. These books are beautiful, like ancient reliquaries. The one Mark is holding in the picture below is a dosey-doe.
Finally, the boys turned 13 yesterday. An unplanned part of the weekend-long celebration was their buddy John breaking his arm at the skating rink -- three hours away from his parents. The radiologist said that they called this particular fracture of both the ulna and radius the "dinner fork." Wanna know why?
So that's about it. Three months away and that's the best I can do. Oh, and I'm on FaceBook now for those of you who partake.