For years I have been making books as "little" gifts, to say thank you, happy birthday, or even just to let someone know they are special. I started making these twenty years ago (is the Queen showing her age? ) before scrapbooking was popular and prior to paper becoming a mainstream art. I say "little" because the books never end up being little. It's a sickness I have. I'll start out making a ten page book...and before I know it, I have seventy ideas I think are equally great - and I can't bear to let any of them go. So my book goes from 10 to 70 pages in the blink of an eye...well, not really. More like a month of hard work and a lot of "I'm sorry this is taking me so long!" apologies. In the end it always seems worth it - the recipient is usually so amped to receive the book, the tardiness of the gift becomes a non-issue. Usually.
I was involved in a relationship for several years - and as a Christmas gift one year, I made a handmade book for my then-sweetie. Apparently men don't get the amount of time, thought, energy, or heart that goes into one of my handmade books...or maybe some of them do? I'm not sure if he got the amount of passion I put into this book - or the meaning behind it. Do men just lack appreciation for handmade gifts? Or was it just him who didn't get everything this book represented?