I had hoped to write you a nice long post about Coptic bound books, but today I feel as if I were wearing contact lenses made of sandpaper. Visibility is nearly that good, too. The pollen season greets me with such love I’m quite overwhelmed despite various forms of allergy medication.
V and I were planning to go on a quick trip to Helsinki to the premiere of a film a friend wrote the text for, but all of a sudden there’s a railway strike keeping us from going anywhere. Maybe a few days off is what I need, and the universe agrees. Still, I hope to have all these books in the Paperiaarre shop some time during the weekend, or early next week at the latest, if my eyes continue to protest so much that I need to keep limiting my screen time.
Now, I will save my Coptic tales for another time and leave you with a bunch of photos instead.
Today I almost don’t know where to start. Every now and then it happens that I make something I fall in love with. Of course I like pretty much everything I make, or I wouldn’t be making it in the first place, and I also get excited and gush a little maybe a bit too often, but it’s not often that I’m this happy about how something turned out (okay, the spool lady last week was pretty great, too, so maybe I’m simply on a roll, now).
So, I’m not sure what to say without getting all over enthused. I’ll keep this short and sweet: This tin is small – 6,4x4x1,2cm / 2.5″x1.6″x0.5″. It’s the first thing on which I’ve used one of these great stamp-sized photos (I bought a big lot a while ago and forgot all about them until I tidied up my studio) – you can probably expect to see more of them in the near future. It’s also the first piece I felt was worth cutting up an ordnance survey map for (I place a treasure status on some of my supplies quite irrationally – it’s not like the world will run out of old maps, even though I might). While making this piece I did notice I should definitely be on the lookout for more paper ephemera to be used on collages, so maybe there’s a valid reason I hold my maps so dear. The fear of running out of anything is a terrifying fear…
I hope you had a peaceful Easter whether or not you paid any mind to it! We acknowledged Easter by munching on chocolate eggs, but that’s it. A more meaningful event was that we turned the clocks forward during the weekend, so with more daylight in the evening it instantly feels more like spring (I’m never awake to enjoy the light early in the morning, so I’m on the winning side even though I’d rather not turn clocks at all). I hope I get a creative surge out of the light instead of weariness from losing an hour. There’s a huge stack of Coptic bound books waiting to be sewn, so I know where that creative surge should be aimed at, should it arrive!
More tiny vintage things this Saturday. Read the post about the first third of this letterpress tray here.
This section has old pen nibs (from my grandfather’s house and flea markets), old photos (of strangers and not), vintage keys and an escutcheon (from the paternal side of my family, as always), vintage buttons, snaps and thread (from the maternal side of my family), a small crystal (from London, maybe Natural History Museum?) and some rocks, pebbles and shells (collected in Brighton in 2000).
There’s also my old mitten, all lonesome, super soft and nice, perfect for warmer spring days. Maybe my all time favourite of all mittens I’ve worn. And then there’s another little Rantakari (my father) with a bicycle in front of the family workshop.
A gorgeous, little perfume bottle on a scrap of antique lace (from the maternal side of my family)…
…engraved with my name, which is also the name my grandmother was called by her family. This was once hers…
…and the scent of perfume still lingers.
This tiny retractable silver cased pencil belonged to my great grandfather (the other Kaija’s father). The pencil, and the case, are actually oval, not round or octagonal, so I doubt one could find replacement pencils for this anywhere.
I idealistically imagine everyday life having been more enjoyable when these little items like tiny silver pens and perfume bottles were a part of it. Though I’m quite taken with my Pigma Microns (005 is my favourite as it allows me to write as tiny as I want) and spray perfume bottles (I’m a Dolce kind of lady, but I’m flexible when the mood strikes). They’re just often not that pretty, even when they try to be. If I could redesign any modern product in a vintage style, I wouldn’t honestly know where to begin. Would you? Would you redo your phone or tablet, or would you treat yourself to some outrageous hairbrush (I’m visualizing things embossed and jeweled… silly me)?