I want to hold on to time. I want to know what it is and where it is going. I need to to be able to see ahead. But I also want to remember where it went.
I made a book, a hefty substantial book that will keep track of my time for the rest of this year. Each day has its own page. There is room for notes as well as appointments. There are sections for lists and for ideas. I can look at each month or the next year. I can draw and dream. All of it is wrapped up in a delicious hefty paper from Cave and kept secure by a vintage button and strands of cotton.
The calendar pages are bought and downloaded from Maylem Made on Etsy, with small modifications I was able to customize them to fit the format. The binding is an interpretation of a scored and stitched binding in Monica Langwe's book "Papper och stygn" (still only available in Swedish, but an English edition is in the works). I love the irregularity of the stitches on the spine, and how mine turned out more irregular than most...
Why go through all this trouble, you may ask. Until now most of my doings have been organized in electronic calendars on my computer and my phone. I still try to keep that up, but to really feel that I have grasp I need to see it - both in detail and in overview. And despite all its advantages our tiny phones are not that visual. Nor are they tactile.
I also wanted to start writing down what I do. I have not kept a journal for many years, and this is not that kind of journal anyways. Its more like record keeping. I will be able to tell that the sun shone during the memorial service for my friend's mom. And that the Pimm's cup that my husband treated me to the other night was extra refreshing.
Maybe it is all due to having turned 55 recently. At this age it is easy to feel that time is slipping away. I named the book "making time", because it takes time to track time. But maybe a more apt name would be "keeping time". Surely that is what I am trying to do.