My office presently looks like a disaster area, or a book-binder’s studio. Possibly both. I’m working through a stash of supplies to diminish the stock of raw materials that I have on hand, and increase finished product.

 The impetus was receiving a roll of fine papers to turn into blank books — and realizing that I had plenty of space to store blank books and no place to store any more raw paper. Striking the right balance between raw materials in the storage, projects in the pipeline, and  finished projects — be they books, or furniture, or beads, or alchemical spagyrics. I’m not going to be able to do this work for a few days, so it’s time to do it now.