As a constant list maker and recorder I go through Moleskine’s like a fat kid tears into Halloween candy. It gets pricy at $15 each and I had long thought about just making my own notebooks, but book binding/making is not a skill found on every corner. A few years ago, while on a train through the Czech countryside a dear friend and book nerd started my binding education with a list of materials needed (I had just picked up a bone folder at an estate sale and it started the book making itch anew…) for my first notebook and a few sketches to get me started. She stayed with us some weeks later and by the time she left for the airport I was the proud maker/owner of a monastery-bound 6” plain cotton paper notebook. I had to improvise a bit during the construction because I lacked the one serious tool required to make books – a book press. I used a combination of cement blocks and carpenters clamps to get the job done, but it wasn’t pretty or particularly easy. I have been on the hunt for a simple iron press since then and while I have found a few online or in antique stores, they have been REAL pricey or in terrible shape.
I stopped by one of my favorite recycled building material places the other day and as I walked in the door, this sleek and sexy press appeared in my line of vision. I was drawn to it and I got all fuzzy inside. It was amazing! Steel & brass, in perfect shape, not a spec of rust, it had not been refurbished, was the right size, and instead of the ubiquitous gear wheel on the top it had thick bar ended with globes of steel so that one might be able to exert serous pressure. Laurel couldn’t look at it. She felt that if she acknowledged its beauty that I would plop down the credit card right then and there. She knew that I wanted it, that I NEEDED it. I placed a hold on the magic press until I could find out a little of the piece’s history and negotiate the price the next Monday.
The press was built in the 1920s, imported from London, and used by a lady that had a part-time bindery in her home here in Seattle. I bargained lightly (I didn’t want to lose the item) and got them to come off the asking price by 15% – it was worth every penny. The final price included some serious bargaining with my better-half and I had to finally agree to give up my part of discretionary funds from our household budget until September: no eating out for lunch, no book buying at B&N, no new tools from Woodcraft, or Starbucks Coffee at break-time… It’s going to hurt some…
fucking geek. I’m jealous!
Lacy’s mom had one of those in their garage – she used it for smashing cans. I had no idea it was for making books. Cool.
<3 Terry
That hurts my heart a little.