Books. Tall and narrow. Already bound or just waiting for tomorrow. Soon, I promise. (And the leather one is finished too, I just need to remember to photograph it too!)
I swear only on very rare occasions, but ever since I fell over last Friday someone is cursing inside my head, in English, to make things more hilarious. I didn’t even hurt myself as the fresh snow was soft and there was plenty of it. Later that day I read a news headline saying that one third of Finns fall over every winter. After too much dancing last weekend I could hardly walk, and yesterday I landed on my butt, very ungracefully. This time it was ice not snow, and with an audience of teenage boys, who just thought stating the fact that it was slippery was kind enough of them. No help for Bambi on ice (I really thought I’d never get up). And when I got back home, my knees and backside hurting, I read another news headline saying that half of all Finns fall over every winter. Maybe I was statistically very important (the straw that broke the camel’s back).
And today, in front of the busiest bus stop in Turku, I did some wild acrobatics and didn’t fall over. Thanks to all the shopping bags I had I managed to keep my balance after all. Shopping=good. My new, ridiculously inexpensive spring coat saved me from further humiliation and bruising. (And the coat isn’t black or gray like you’d think it is if you know me at all, it’s purple. How strange is that!)
A book in a bag, but this is all I can show you at the moment. It’s for a friend, and I don’t want to ruin the surprise. I hope she likes it, in fact I’m almost sure she will. At least she knows exactly what I like.
My little full leather binding is one step closer to being ready, but I’m really reluctant to finish it. I’d rather doodle some new designs and bake the awesomest cherry brownies. Oh, I really deserve those brownies, despite the birthday cake we had earlier this week! Sad news for my eager readers, good news for me. I’m going back to the library, as a full time apprentice this time around. A little less bookbinding and a little less blogging I’m afraid. But if all goes well, in 2011 this will be a blog of a master bookbinder and a librarian. Now, let’s all be patient. And if you’re in the neighborhood, there’s brownies for you too.
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,mydear;and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling) i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
-e e cummings
The little adventurous boy I fell in love with years and years ago is a quarter of a century old today. And I keep falling in love with him. We’ve been together for over a quarter of our lives now. This kind of mathematics I like.
Once he brought me a witches’-broom like he was bringing me flowers. It was the most beautiful thing.