It’s been a month since I’ve had a room to call my own, a place where I can stack all of the odds and ends I collect off of street corners and at bookstores, not to mention the two backpacks worth of clothes and cut apart magazines I hauled from Milwaukee to Portland just three weeks ago.
To celebrate, I covered the paint-stained floor in the aforementioned scraps of paper and art supplies and books. It felt good. Really good. For about a week. And then it just got annoying, I kept losing my feet in the mess, so I tidied up. My maps are stacked in a pile of maps. My Portland Zine Symposium zine stash fills a box and is pressing flat the gig posters pulled off of local poles that I’m saving to make notebooks with. I have a pile of found clothing to trade at a second-hand shop for fall clothes, and a corner devoted to my zine pages in progress. And all of this is just to say that near the end of my cleaning binge I found a small business card for Parapluie Press and took a break (okay, stalled) to check out her Etsy page. And now I’m salivating over new objects to fill my new room, especially the Ziegfeld Lady (above) and Wright Brothers notebooks and the zines “Things That Float,” “Hidden Jewels,” and, “Petit Discours.”
