Jun 23, 2006 21:28
It has been the Project from Hell for a number of weeks now. The ornaments were scattered among several dozen cases, the press was tied up for a week with other projects, the paper got crumpled in transit and then set down on a dirty table, ruining half of it, the two colors refused to line up properly in the printing, the paper was further marred by dirt and old ink lurking in the press, the book cloth failed to arrive before I left town. Today I made one last heroic effort to salvage it, but finally had to give up and declare it a failure. I've made my own book cloth out of regular fabric once or twice before, but only on a small scale, and only in my own place, where I have all the necessary kinds of backing paper and glue brushes. It's not something that's easy to do, and in field conditions is purely an exercise in frustration and self-torture.
I'm unhappy about this. I've spent an awful lot of time and money on the stupid thing, and it was meant to be a wedding present, and so tomorrow I show up to the happy event empty-handed. I feel like a jerk.
angst,
bad ideas,
bookbinding,
hatehatehate