Here's one of the books I made last week, Woman's Record of Time Spent. It's made from the cover of an old foreman's log books, which I used the pages of for something else. I did the sort of making last week that was less thinking and planning and more about arranging and intuition. There's something about the photograph of the three women that made me think about my grandmother, my mother and me, our similar experiences as women and our vastly different experiences as women of different generations. How in another time I would be an anomaly for being 30 and unmarried and not wanting children, and how my mother's generation made it possible for me to have the choices I have had. It's a lot of stuff for such a small book.