Vintaged pink suede cover, soft enough to fold in the hand, yet strong enough to form a firm wrapping embrace, titled by a small satin padded heart.
Book interior includes felt of delicate pink for stitching and pinning of buttons, ribbons, and lace. A stitched loveheart hand-picked in gold-effect thread and the hand-stitched word love form the seamstress' decoration.
Net and organza touch the fingertips, and a loveheart-inclusion paper, made from recycled materials stitched into book to create little folders and pockets, can trap papers, cards, and notes. Lace decorates the paper edge to create a texture through the book.
Clean white notepaper collects thoughts of the day; net at rear holds petals, confetti and memorabilia.
Supplied in a gingham bag wrapped with net, for flower heads and keepsake tokens.
March Mischief is afoot at Number 38 Vintage Emporium!
If you're a local Knicker Drawer Enthusiast, then pop along to the No.38 shop and drop into the tea-pot a suggested theme for a book you'd like to see on sale there ...
Gin has been entered into the teapot, and I shall begin a notebook on that theme shortly.*
Now go ahead! Make my month! Pop a challenge into the teapot!
And to say thank you, any suggested books that emerge from your proposed themes will go on sale at the shop for the extraordinary price of £15, so make sure you keep tabs on that display...
(Suggested themes must be one word only! Ha! That is stop you suggesting a book stitched about such notions as 'Gerald without his trousers'. You'll just have to settle for trousers.)
Which one for the song? Should it be,
or the book that inspires the moment through the texture you feel?
But the rhythms and patterns of sounds! What of the book that plays with patterns between its pages?
Or the book where the melody bursts out, like a bloom of spring flowers? Decisions, decisions.
For this one first: thick leather cover, already wise with scars. The chain, a link for objects that resonate, that need to be near. The clasp, traditional: remindful of books and boxes that store knowledges for thousands of years.
The cut, directional yet fragmented; purposeful lines broken, torn distractions welcome. The poet inspiring the inner words, Yeats.
Corn hair papers, khadi, rustling tissues, clear clean white notepapers, no lines. Here is honest telling.
The book back, soft, tangled, layered and textured. We see our experiences through many layers; each layer adds a new consideration and a new tint upon the last. At the end, a touch of twisted bark on the fingertips: this ancient way as old as human time.
Two: wrapping cover, russet brown suede, contains shrine.
Three: soft tan cover, pockets for collecting what's most important to guide the day.