So, in a former life (which for obvious reasons, we’ll refer to as pre-child) I was a second hand book dealer. Actually I’m amazed I haven’t mentioned that until now, it’s the exactly the kind of thing that sounds cool enough that I should be showing off about it. Only, like many jobs that sound cool on paper, the reality isn’t all that great. Imagine if you will a cold and rainy afternoon while you hunt around in a garage down an alleyway for a book that’s gone walk-abouts or one which a delightful customer has asked a million questions about but then won’t buy. Hmm. And this is why I am an ex-book dealer.
Anyway I digress, the point I am slowly reaching is that I love books. Not just to read but I do still have an eye for a nice plate or coloured edges. Books which are aesthetically pleasing. I suppose this is quite a common thing, why do most of us keep our books on show in a way we never would with old copies of The Times when I’m sure the content could be just as interesting?
Digressing again aren’t I?
So anyway, a little while ago I saw some prints on Etsy which had images printed onto dictionary paper and these rather appealed to me, but at a fiver a pop (reasonable) plus postage from the US (hmmm) I thought I’d leave it. Then I saw some similar ones on Not On The High Street and they were fifty five quid (fifty five quid!!) and I thought hmmmmmmm….. bet I could do that. Continue reading