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Altered Book Continued

Here is the rest of the book of authors:

F. Scott Fitgerald--the decadent era of the 20s


The Bronte Sisters--I had forgotten they published using masculine names with Bell as the surname.


Virginia Woolf--the group picture is of the Bloomsbury group she was a part of. The desk was her writing desk.


Thomas Hardy--his picture is attached to a separator piece using grommets. His signature is attached to the back side. The map is of the Wessex of his fiction and poetry.

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Sassy Sundry said…
Oooh. These are AMAZING. You are so creative.

I love the colors.
1:22 PM
Cheltenhamdailyphoto said…
Did you do this then? I was a bit lost as you just described the book of authors. I thought maybe you had bought it. It's just lovely! And we have the same taste in literature.
2:53 PM
Scout said…
Thanks, Sassy. The colors look nice on the page but they don't look so great on my laptop monitor.

Lynn, I made this with the help of my daughter. She went back to school after Christmas break, so I finished it up. I have never read Virginia Woolf, but she likes her a great deal. In fact, I managed to find a Virginia Woolf rag doll for her for Christmas--a very odd but lovely little doll she is.
3:08 PM
dive said…
Wonderful, Robyn.
I particularly like the Virginia Woolf one (even though it's one of your daughter's … sorry).
4:59 PM
Scout said…
Hey Dive, don't be sorry. I did that one too while the daughter got ready to go back to school.
5:01 PM
Anonymous said…
mother, why must you let your blogfriends believe you were generous with your creative genes?!
8:12 AM
Scout said…
daughter #1, they have read your short story, so they know how creative you are.
8:53 AM
Gina said…
Wonderful!

Man, I wish I was crafty.
11:28 PM
Anonymous said…
Very cool, Rob... I'm curious how to display it. The items created new layouts for the spreads, right, so you can only have one spread open at a time? They recently did a feature on a. books in our paper.
11:40 AM
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