” Tomorrow, tomorrow, there’s always tomorrow
It’s only a day away.
I can only imagine a time when people didn’t worry about a calendar. Farmers planted and harvested according to an almanac and often wrote down a thing or two that they needed to remember. They didn’t face a paper page completely covered with things to do and places to go. . . with notes and lines and arrows pointing to the next day and some days spilling completely out of their box.
I have always loved calendars. I don’t love the numbers. I love the illustrations. That is how I choose my calendar each year. It hangs in the kitchen . . . by the phone. Some years I like folksy and some years I like the art of the masters. I like cooking calendars and illustrations about kids. I like desk calendars, poster calendars, pocket calendars, purse calendars and every other kind of calendar including perpetual calendars and calendars made by rotating little blocks. I love advent calendars and planting calendars and this year I loved my own handmade calendar.
Each month is illustrated by a different picture using paper scraps. Once I made each master page, I had high quality color copies made and slipped the 12 pages into a cellophane bag. I folded the cellophane over and closed the bag with a seal. I only made 10 and gave them as Christmas gifts to a few of my favorite people.
“If you want to make something more hummy, add a few more “tiddely poms”.
p.s. I don’t know what ” tiddely poms” are but I think my calendar is kind of “hummy”.