As I was in production making a little keepsake for my upcoming talk at the College Book Art Conference, I noticed that when I creased one white cover, my bone folder left a mark. I hadn't really noticed before: my bone folder was dirty. Bone folder hygiene has never been my thing. I'm busy. But I washed it with warm water and soap. I admired it.
I took out the rest of my bone folders. I used to teach in my studio so I have lots. (Now it's like having several pair of reading glasses around the house or multiple pacifiers for a baby: always one in reach.) Most of them were grungy. Glue. Paint. Pencil marks.
I gave them a scrub. They look good!
Gave them an overall touch up and sharpening with an emery board to finish.
As I was washing the bone folders, I noticed the sink needed cleaning as well, so I washed that, too. One act of noticing led to a change, which led to another change. Maybe these small acts of noticing are steps to something even bigger. Who knows?
A little thing, really. But it's nice to start fresh somehow, some way, sometimes. In honor of the new year, perhaps.
Wishing you meaningful acts (both great and small), and a calm and creative 2016!