Sometimes it takes me ages to use the words and sentences I find in The Middle Age of Mrs Eliot. I occasionally get them out, try and find some other words that fit and attempt an illustration. Sometimes/often it doesn't work because I'm forcing it, so I end up putting the little torn out sentence back in the envelope. That's what happened with this little fellow.
I'd always wanted to use it because I love the whole retro B.O.A.C thing and images of air hostesses and 50s/60's graphics sprang to mind. The other day I had the idea to mix this tear-out with an old poem of mine about air travel/time travel and long distance love. Once I had the idea, the book came together very quickly. It's my first paper book, an edition of 50 and it's in the shops now.