I made my first effort at book-binding yesterday: a small Coptic-bound book, 5 signatures of 5 sheets each, the size of an A4 sheet folded in half. (I couldn't find the link to the instructions I actually used -- this one includes a wraparound leather cover that I didn't like.) I used watercolour paper, and sewed it with sea-green cotton yarn. The pictures that I glued to the cover-boards were from a calendar that my mother used to buy every year to hang in her kitchen:

On the back were jottings in my mother's instantly familiar handwriting, reminders and notes of hers and my father's doings. They are both dead now, but the calendar made me feel as if they were still puttering around somewhere, just a phone call away.

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