Art, Bookarts

Instant Review: Four Needle Coptic Binding

I needed a new journal, so I thought I’d try doing a four-needle Coptic binding. I’m not sure that was a good idea. I used hemp twine, which might have been my first mistake. The stitching pattern isn’t very clear, and the knotting is kind of out of control where the back cover is attached. It was also a pain in the ass to keep track of four needles. Aaack! And time consuming, too. It took about twice as long as doing a single-needle Coptic binding. I guess that’s to be expected, but I am short on patience, so it’s no wonder I was frustrated.

The worst part, though, is that I could not get the spine edge of the first signature even with the spine edge of the front cover. I tried and tried and tried, and even loosened and re-tightened the stitches holding the front cover to the first signature. No dice. It keeps playing peekaboo behind the second signature.

Something else that bugs me is that the back cover wants to drop down from the front, basically fanning the book out vertically. Weird.

So, what I’m planning on doing is covering everything with a piece of burlap (from a basmati rice bag), including the spine. I’m going to attach the burlap to the cover with Heat-n-Bond. Then, I’m going to wind hemp twine between each of the signatures and over the outside of the spine. That should stop the fanning problem as well as hide the ugly spine and the peekaboo signature.

That may sound confusing. I’ll take photos when I’m done. Not that that’s guaranteed to clarify anything.

Crankypantsing

Assholes are Cheap Today

When I got to work this ayem, the elevator I usually take was being held on another floor by the custodians. Grrr. So I walked across the building to the freight elevator. Someone from another unit, but who works in my department, was coming in the dock door as I was walking down the hallway, toward her. She got to the freight elevator, and I got there just a minute after she did. Just as the door was closing.

WTF?! She saw me. I know she knows who I am, and that I was getting on the elevator, too. There’s absolutely no other reason why anyone would be in that hallway at that time of day. So why couldn’t she hold the door for me? What the hell is wrong with her?

What a lovely way to start the week, no?