Posts about the daily life probably should include a mention about the two lovelies that push my bookbinding hours mostly to when the rest of the house is sleeping. Occasionally the older one is entertaining herself next to me when I’m working on a book while she likes to “organise” the contents of the myriad boxes in the atelier. She has already completed two single section books herself too. But says of the more complicated bindings: “If I was a Mommy, I could do those too.” I’m sure she doesn’t have to wait that long. Also the younger one in his lounger keeps staring quite intently whatever I do at the work bench – as long as I keep chatting to him, mostly telling a running commentary on what I’m up to, be it folding paper or dying thread. Don’t want to bore them too much with it though, so they only get glimpses of the atelier for now. (Mar09)