Saturday

Notebook to accompany your favourite book?

Here, The Queen's Conjuror: The Life and Magic of Dr. Dee by Benjamin Woolley.






Part precision, part magical curiosity; all desirable. The three-part unfolding nature of this book; double front cover in black leather with hiding place; black and white papers, speckled grey on a handmade deckle edge; secret pockets, nets and hidden places; the crinkling sound of crumpling tissue, the pentangle with the black chain; a strange reflecting seeing, the little transparent bag filled with stars, and the odd manner in which one hanging thread seeks the cover.

Incantation included.

Tell me your favourite book, and I make your personal notebook to match.

Monday

Anatomy, dissection, and your muscular skeleton

How much am I loving making this set? How MUCH? To the ends of the earth and lose the measure, that's how much.






Wednesday

Thursday

Jamaican heritage


The colours red, green, yellow against black; a thread running through the story; the letter M like a regular pattern, pulsing through the pages, softly embedded in layers. Throughout, envelopes, frames, secret places to hold papers, memorabilia, and a letter to the future. Cover is black suede. The leaves rattle, pleasingly, and you could imagine their chimes are a-calling you.





or...

a personal book made for extended writing; inspired by the idea that your family culture passes through a mother's language, on through the years. Hence layers, wraps, unfoldings. Soft black leather, anonymous on the outside, opens to reveal warm felt colours, rich red, yellow, green. Leaves can be tied inside, or left to dangle on the outside. (Showy me prefers dangly.)







Wednesday

Hiker

Soft suede, wood embellish, paper with flower and leaf inclusions, and plenty of quiet places to hoard special memory items, picked up as you go.




Follow Me... for the planner, doer, collector.




Inspired by hillside contours, find soft wrapping suede cover, internal folding bag, curving waxed paper, gold scattered pages, fine net, and a secret place to keep your very best whittled stick.



Tuesday

Anthropologist

I'm sure Anthropology has moved on in all forms - think Kate Fox - but my picture-brain obstinately conjures sepia-tinted images of nineteenth-century gentlemen awkwardly participating in cultural rituals which involve elixirs, feathers, corn rattles, and your extremities painted pink. But it was worth it, for a handsome treasure taking pride of place in the Pitt Rivers Museum, and a scholarly write up in Primitives Quarterly. Gotta start somewhere on the Anthropologist's Notebook...




Skip a continent...



More to come! Ideas are bursting, time is not.

Saturday

Steampunk range


Darnnit. Ain't it true that the camera breaks down just as you're keen to photograph the one based on a moment of exploding time, or the book with fold out flapping wings, or the dish with the mechanical dials and needles that spin round depending where you put the magnets? You'll just have to make do with last season's stock before I set about stitching skin and mending the camera.