Wednesday
Sunday
Design inspirations: privacy
The first, the last, the alpha, the omega, the reason the book came to be, Lo and Behold, the Knicker Drawer Note Books.
Privacy, modesty, a moment to hold back that blabbing mouth before it splashes every public place with ne'er a thought to a wiser inhibition, we all need, at times, a Knicker Drawer Note Book.
And privacy is riven through every book I make. The tie or ribbon that binds the book? If you pull that ribbon and this is your book, this moment should be a lovely anticipation and delight.
But if it's not your book? The ribbon is a marker. The pulling of that ribbon will be a violation. Once those covers are unwrapped, you will know if a violation has occured! The ribbon will be out of place, the pages arranged differently, the folds, nets, fabrics, not in the order only you have come to know, for the combination of how you wrap the net, secure the felt, and fold the paper is the secure lock of your book, kept in your mind.
Your book is your private space. Keep your privates, private.
Privacy, modesty, a moment to hold back that blabbing mouth before it splashes every public place with ne'er a thought to a wiser inhibition, we all need, at times, a Knicker Drawer Note Book.
And privacy is riven through every book I make. The tie or ribbon that binds the book? If you pull that ribbon and this is your book, this moment should be a lovely anticipation and delight.
But if it's not your book? The ribbon is a marker. The pulling of that ribbon will be a violation. Once those covers are unwrapped, you will know if a violation has occured! The ribbon will be out of place, the pages arranged differently, the folds, nets, fabrics, not in the order only you have come to know, for the combination of how you wrap the net, secure the felt, and fold the paper is the secure lock of your book, kept in your mind.
Your book is your private space. Keep your privates, private.
Design inspirations: the sensory, tactile book
Every Knicker Drawer Note Book must meet your fingers as well as your eyes. I want that cover and those pages to reach you with catches, frictions, resistances, smooth-as-skin touch. Small chimes, shells, bells, stones, glass and wax papers will creak, tap, and rustle your approach to these pages. Your fragrance you bring from your touch.
Saturday
Design inspirations: history
At the moment, the Victorians.
But I have had a passion for the Medievals. If we're speaking specifically, the Plantagenets. Okay, now you're pressing me, 1464.
Sometimes, I think I might live in a different age. While I remain here, at some unspecified date in the tweny-first century, I do the day job I have, before I return to real life.
Of course I like to imagine real life is composed of floating about in a fire-warmed castle room hung with fine tapestries and delicate embroideries ordering the next goblet of wine just in from France.
It's probably not. I bet when I get there I'm covered in plague boils, have a weekday cleaning job in the local cess pit and spend my Saturday market mornings feebly trying to barter a squirrel carcass for a bag of rats.
Anyway, it inspires me, this history thing, or the present day, depending on your perspective, here with those beautiful books of hours, tapestries, Petrarchian song and dancery, troubadours, garters, a spot of romantic chivalry, a few blood and guts, and fancy tights.
But I have had a passion for the Medievals. If we're speaking specifically, the Plantagenets. Okay, now you're pressing me, 1464.
Sometimes, I think I might live in a different age. While I remain here, at some unspecified date in the tweny-first century, I do the day job I have, before I return to real life.
Of course I like to imagine real life is composed of floating about in a fire-warmed castle room hung with fine tapestries and delicate embroideries ordering the next goblet of wine just in from France.
It's probably not. I bet when I get there I'm covered in plague boils, have a weekday cleaning job in the local cess pit and spend my Saturday market mornings feebly trying to barter a squirrel carcass for a bag of rats.
Anyway, it inspires me, this history thing, or the present day, depending on your perspective, here with those beautiful books of hours, tapestries, Petrarchian song and dancery, troubadours, garters, a spot of romantic chivalry, a few blood and guts, and fancy tights.
Thursday
Steampunk ahead
Busy making books for Knicker Drawer's stall at the Asylum, Lincoln, Monday 31st, Church Hall.
Wednesday
Sunday
Monday
The Last Journal of the Lost Time Traveller
Journal found amongst the charred remnants of the exploded Shed, property of the Time Traveller Caecilius Quaesitor.
Unfortunately, he has left behind the key with the fob marked TIME, so he is unlikely to return in our Age.
There is only one solution! For an intrepid explorer of the Steam Brigade to bravely take this journal and return it to him, complete with codes, key, and the salvaged remains of Caecilius' faithful cat, Whiskers, who inadvertently activated the DESTRUCT button on the Shed, following a long and self-indulgent session of night-time purring.
Friday
Monday
Crocodile charming and reptile tinkering
A note book for all your reptilian requirements. Supplied with a tooth I charmed from the mouth of the most ferocious
Lemon Curd Eating Crocodile from the swamps of Burtingua Pingo, plus a
bottle of Genuine Crocodile Tears. (Honest.)
Essential kit for all Crocodile Charmers, Reptilian Tinkerers, Roguish Adventurers, Myth Makers, and Story Writterers.
Essential kit for all Crocodile Charmers, Reptilian Tinkerers, Roguish Adventurers, Myth Makers, and Story Writterers.
Wednesday
Steampunk? See you at The Asylum!
Notebooks bashed by time; notebooks for your (travelling) bookcase; notebooks for pockets, waistcoats, strapping to your thigh, fastening to your boot, hitching to the camel (airship & steam-powered vehiculator); notebooks with secret pockets for the codes you're transporting to the Calculating Engine; notebooks for drawing, sketchmaking, ticket collecting, surveillance duties, and all general memorandering. It's a way of life.
made with love and a fleeting glimpse into your soul by the bookbinder.
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