My sister arrived in the wee hours of the morning last night. She is spending some time with Angie before we head off for Spoleto. This morning we tumbled out of bed, I made coffee, and she showed me the signatures that she would be sketching in while there.
No. No. No. and No. None of these felt right. Then I found this little book (Just under 6x6) I made years ago in a class and have never done anything with. It's always been a little too fussy for my taste. One of those things where you have to pick paper in a class and create on demand.
Nothing a little alteration won't fix. I pulled out the sewing maching and some hot press paper and went to work.
It's starting to come together nicely, which just proves my point. There is no reason to try and figure things out ahead of time, when the last minute will do.