Impaled Reader,
While on your way to hospital for what surely is an extravagantly acquired wound, allow me to blog a little.
I have for some time needed a pocket-book of poetry, something that I could have at hand to read when I had a moment. For some time I’d had it in mind to bind myself a small copy of A Shropshire Lad and leave it at that, but I ended up creating a slightly more eclectic volume.
In the end, I used a lovely piece of soft blue leather that, if the receipt pasted on the back was anything to go by, is already almost two decades old. A perfect mixture of a soft, thin leather with a very light grain. The binding itself, detailed with gold tooling, is very reminiscent of the plainer bindings of the 1730s and 40s that followed the fall in popularity of colonial paneled bindings of the previous forty years. (I plan to make a colonial binding very shortly, kindest reader, and that may certainly appear here at some point.)
It also turns out that my phone does not have a great camera.
The Daily Gargle 