A couple weekends back I got into a bit of an album-making frenzy. I’d purchased a number of album blocks from Hollander’s in two sizes, and I spent a day just cutting bookboard and book cloth and Japanese papers, and another day gluing cases together and casing in the album blocks. The result was five albums (three large, two small) and a matching journal for one of the large albums.

This is all well and good and productive, but when the dust settled I realized that most of the albums have a distinctively feminine feel to them, and the babies among my family and friends lately have been mostly boys. Oops.