There's a whole chat going on in the Reddit #bookbinding forum about how hard it is to find a ruler with no "sub zero nub", a phrase that was invented today, in that discussion, to refer to the extra bit at the end of a ruler before zero.
It's like witnessing the birth of a new noun. Language is beautiful.
Zusammen mit meinem Kalender (vorletzter Beitrag) entstand noch dieser A5-Ordner für eine Freundin zum Geburtstag. Es hat großen Spaß gemacht, ihn zu bauen!
~ #Handarbeitsclub@handarbeiten#Buchbinden#bookbinding
I typeset this a year ago for an exchange partner and finally got around to making my own copy. I marbled the edges too (and had a book got too wet mishap with the fore-edge; fortunately, nothing ruined).
One of my first experiments with paste paper. I'm using a 6% sodium carboxymethyl cellulose mix. I learned that I should use a weighing scale to measure the sodium CMC instead of depending on tablespoon measurement.
Now the owl on wheaten wing
& white hood scowling oer his eyes
Jerking with a sudden spring
Through three-cornered barn hole flies
The sun is sinking low & red
A coal turned dim from gazing
Among the oak-trees goes to bed
& sets the woods a blazing
O where I often when a child for hours
Tryd thro the pails to get the tempting flowers
As Ladys Laces everlasting peas
True love lies bleeding with the hearts at ease
& golden rods & tanzey running high
That oer the pail tops smild on passers bye
Flowers in my time that every one woud praise
Tho thrown like weeds from gardens now adays
The crow sat on the willow tree
A-lifting up his wings
& glossy was his coat to see
& loud the ploughman sings
"I love my love because I know
The milkmaid she loves me"
& hoarsely croaked the glossy crow
Upon the willow tree.
"I love my love" the ploughman sung
& all the fields with music rung
Si vous aimez les belles #reliures, anciennes ou contemporaines, il vous reste quelques jours pour découvrir la présentation proposée par la Réserve des livres rares sur le site François-Mitterrand de la #BnF. C'est en galerie des donateurs jusqu'au 22 octobre et, vraiment, ça vaut le détour : il n'y a que des pièces d'exception qui ne sortent pas souvent !
Je n'ai pas ajouté de photos parce qu'entre les reflets et les ombres, c'est impossible de faire une image correcte. Mais on peut se rattraper en consultant la base #Reliures qui vient tout juste d'être enrichie :
The forest meets the blessings of the Spring
The chestnut throws her sticky buds away
& shows her pleasant leaves and snow-white flowers
The nightingale is loud & often heard
The notes of every song & hardly known
She hides & sings a stranger all the day
The autumn's come again
& the clouds descend in rain
& the leaves they are falling from the wood
The summer's voice is still
Save the clacking of the mill
& the lowly muttered thunder of the flood
The fading Autumn all resighnd
As consious of her dying state
Th’influence of the Sun declind
& hopeless yielded to her fate
The Trees their faded colours mournd
& shepherds with a tearfull eye
Reviewd their changes as they turnd
& thought of winter with a sigh
The blackbird startles from the homestead hedge,
Raindrops and leaves fall yellow as he springs;
Such images are nature's sweetest pledge,
To me there's music in his rustling wings.
‘Prink, prink,’ he cries, and loud the robin sings;
The small hawk like a shot drops from the sky
Close to my feet for mice and creeping things.
One of my readers wanted to practice bookbinding. They asked me if they could use one of my stories. I said yes and... I can't believe it, but here it is!
Alright. I've got an ebook and I want to turn it into a physical book. I can bind books.
I would like to convert a digital document (epub or PDF or mobi) into a bindable book format.
So it needs to reorder the pages for signatures, and ideally it can cope with me changing the font size without it screwing up the page numbers, stuff like that.
Also, I'm on a Mac.
Does anyone have any tips? Recommendations for particular programs, or functions within programs that I might not know about?
By twittering swallows we percieve
That summers on the point to leave
Who skim the pond & rippling spring
Were once they dipt each sooty wing
& greensward lanes from morn till night
Were once they weeld their circling flight
This is a #cookbook that belonged to a friend's grandmother.
When it came to me it was missing a spine, covered in sticky tape and had a few loose pages. He wanted it made sound without hiding the marks of his grandmother's use.
I kind of snookered myself by trying to do everything reversibly, so no pva against any original surfaces. We'll see how the paste holds up.
We thought about doing the half-binding in a matching deep blue, but we were adding decorative end papers. His grandmother's favourite colour was red and I had some paper with red and blue trees that felt fifties-ish, so red it is. Hope she would approve.
The garish Summer comes with many tribes
Of gay & gaudy flowers in bright array
But the hot sun the cloudy morning bribes
& dries all moisture with his scorching ray
Corn-poppies oft a scarlet host display
The oak woods green like rocky masses hing
On wooded hills the willows waving grey
Hang mournful in the stream birds cease to sing