Yesterday the wonderfully clever and generous Sam Knight descended upon my house with a car-full of bookbinding supplies and we made sketchbooks until my macaroni cheese was ready. In return for his generosity I kindly relieved him of marbled paper and bookcloth in colours he despised and I adored, and promised to say nice things on this here blog. See above.
I have bound books before but they inexplicably all fell apart upon the somewhat dubious instruction of the ‘bookbinding expert’ that visited us at Uni. This way is prettier and funner AND there are other methods that I am sure I shall be taught in due course if I ply Sam with more of my funny tea.