How can I describe the transformation that has taken place? How can I make you understand how my life has changed? Perhaps this photo will help:
Uh oh, that made me a little queasy. The only thing that might make me feel better is a set of TV-makeover style before-and-after photos.
BEFORE: nipping press on a broken dolly on the floor:
BEFORE: kutrimmer buried beneath paper and debris on over-capacity work surface:
AFTER: nipping press and cutter living on their own table like old friends:
BEFORE: paper storage on a warped MDF board tucked behind ladder leading to lofted bed:
AFTER: paper storage in purpose-built table that, when finished, will include two additional paper storage pull out shelves:
BEFORE: laundry infiltrating every available space:
AFTER: THERE IS NO LAUNDRY IN THE NEW BINDERY
AFTER: Everything (EXCEPT LAUNDRY) has a place in the new bindery, even hand drills and powdered adhesives:
and non-powdered adhesives and clips and clamps and wooden bindery equipment:
Two bookshelves mean that all of my books on books and my binding models and my books for sale and my work in progress can inhabit logical places. Here is one:
and here is the other:
BEFORE: And while my old work surface used to make me itch and crumple things into balls and throw them on the floor:
AFTER: My new bench just begs me to come and do things:
which is why I’ve actually started doing things:
Yes, blog friends, It is dawn in the new bindery and things are waiting to be accomplished. Dawn, I tell you.
Sometimes I come in here and I just stare.