New Unsupported Blanket Stitch Book

We had a bookmaking brunch at my house yesterday and I think we've formed our own little "Bookmaking Club." Here's mine - covered with a couple of Martha Stewart vintage alphabet cards.

Map Book

Here are shots of the book made from Sarah's vintage map stash.

Thank You Minus

These vintage maps came from Sarah in the mail today with a note describing her adventures rifling through a box of vintage maps in a new antique store down the street from her NYC apt. Wow. That was a really long sentence. I'll use the maps in one of my bookmaking classes to make a book for her.

Thank you Sarah for the cool materials!

New Calligraphy Class at Binders

You can now sign up for my new Calligraphy class at Binders here.

Calligraphy Class (CLASS 2 8/20-9/24)
Instructor: Anne Elser
Wednesdays, 6 sessions, Aug.20-Sept.24
6-8:30pm
Fee: $140

Are you fascinated with how beautiful calligraphy looks and want to try it yourself? This is an introductory look at two major calligraphic faces, Copperplate and Blackletter. They're both very different from each other, which should give the student a nice balance of styles within which to experiment. Calligraphy is less about pretty handwriting, but more about DRAWING each and every letter. It's about establishing a pacing and rhythmic motion as you write - giving you a consistency of shapes and letters, and spaces in between words and lines. It is highly relaxing and meditative. Like yoga for the hands.
Towards the end of the class, we'll be experimenting with a more colorful and modern approach to calligraphy,
using the folded pen nib and colored inks.
Students will be given handouts and guide sheets for both Copperplate and Blackletter. We will also address spacing and layout for addressing envelopes. For the modern calligraphic work, we will be working more intuitively.

Supply List
Binders
1. Pad of market layout paper: 9'' x 12'' (Canson® Pro Layout. 50 sheets per pad.)
2. Mechanical pencil.
3. Eraser.
4. Cork-backed metal ruler (any size you're comfortable with)
5. Dinky Dips® & holder. (or any other inkwell)
6. Oblique Pen Point Holder (for Copperplate.)
7. Fine Pen Point Nibs (for Copperplate.)
9. Speedball® C Pen Set (penholder and six nibs.)
10. KY Series Sumi Ink from Yasutomo®. (6 oz. black rectangular bottle.)
For Modern Calligraphy
11. Palette paint tray 6 or 9 well.
12. Bombay India Ink® 1 oz bottles. Any color(s).
13. New Horizon Folded Nib®.
Grocery Store:
14. Container of Wet Wipes (to clean your nibs and hands).
Suggested web sites:
15. www.johnnealbooks.com
16. www.paperinkarts.com
77. www.friendsofthealphabet.org (Atlanta Calligraphy Guild)

New Bookmaking Workshops at Binders

HI friends,

There are two Binders bookmaking workshops coming up this Fall that I'll be teaching:

The first is in September and you can sign up for it here:

Bookmaking Wkshp Sept (CLASS 9/19-9/21)
Instructor: Anne Elser
Fri. Sept 19 - Sun. Sept. 21
Fri. and Sat. 11am-5pm, Sun. 12pm-5pm
Fee: $140
We will make a flat back library case bound book and a clamshell box for it to fit into.

The second is in October and you can sign up for it here:

Bookmaking Wkshp Oct (CLASS 10/17-10/19)
Instructor: Anne Elser
Fri. Oct. 17 - Sun. Oct. 19
Fri. and Sat. 11am-5pm, Sun. 12pm-5pm
Fee: $140
We will make a coptic stitched book and a telescoping box for it to fit into.

Yet Another Book

Hallo friends,

Wanna know why I haven't been posting?

1. I'm on a book marathon.
2. I got an iPhone 3G.

I spent the greater part of my Friday morning standing in line with Anton and Doug at the ATT store. It was actually quite fun: Anton worked the crowd and the time went by rather fast. The phone is a dream - though iTunes was too overloaded that morning to get everyone up and running at once. Last night I stayed up until 2am syncing to the great cloud (big brother) in the sky. The best feature (at least to me) is the calendar syncing. I have said goodbye to my Kate Spade day planner and hello to iCal. Handwritten notes are now jotted down in the little books I fiendishly make.

All is well. Hand and mouse are one. (sigh)

new books!

Cheeky Monkey Sweater

Here's a sweater I'm 75% finished with. Emma Varnam's Cheeky Monkey Jumper. It's a british pattern and I can't help thinking of Mike Meyers as Simon on SNL as I work. What you see here is the back. The front's got a cute little monkey face with button eyes. This will be Anton's 2008-9 sweater. I hope it fits him! Here's one completed by another knitter. Beautifully done.

Very Thorough Sketching

New Binders Calligraphy class

Its official! You'll be able to sign up for a new calligraphy class I'm teaching at Binders on Wednesday nights from 6:00 - 8:30 PM. It's a 6-week class from August 20th to Sept 24th. I'll provide a link to a sign up page as soon as it's available. Happy lettering!

~Anne

It Just Keeps Getting Better and Better...

...being a mom and watching him grow.

We just spent about a week with family up in Rabun Gap.
My cousin Barb took this and many other fab photos of the kids.
These 2 of Anton took my breath away enough to count my
blessings and remember the lyrics of "Something Good" from the Sound
of Music. Maria and the Capt fall in love and she realizes that there
was some great plan for her all along, in spite of the road being rocky
at times...

Perhaps I had a wicked childhood.
Perhaps I had a miserable youth.
But somewhere in my wicked, miserable past,
there must have been a moment of truth.

For here you are standing there loving me,
whether or not you should.
So somewhere in my youth or childhood,
I must have done something good.

Nothing comes from nothing,
nothing ever could.

So somewhere in my youth or childhood,
I must have done something good.

Mia in Barbara's Eyes

Check this one out. Look at that beautiful giggle.

Anton in Barbara's Eyes

So my cousin Barb is a Photoshop guru and has been taking pictures of all of us all week long. Here's one of Anton that turns me inside out.

Family of Bookmakers

Hi friends,

I've been up in Rabun Gap spending yummy family time with the Texas Dusey's. Today we made books together. Tomorrow we shop! Yay! Here are pictures of our efforts. Aren't they and their creations darling!?

~Anne

W I L L B I T E

After a trip to the vet to pick up cat food, I asked for a "will bite" sticker as Anton has grown very dangerous as he approaches his
"terrible" two's. If he can't bite YOU, he bites himSELF. Really!

I love my husband & I hate DOMINO.

Dougie Fresh sent this e-mail out to his dearest friends today and I, being his beloved, love him for it. I did not stamp this letter, but left it on his desk this this morning to stamp it, if he felt it was worth wasting money on. "This one's worth a stamp!" he said, and scanned in the letter for you all to see, before popping it in the mailbox.

From: douglas.elser@yahoo.com
Subject: Love My Wife
Date: June 13, 2008 7:27:13 PM EDT

I love my wife for many reasons, like for instance the son she gave me and all that. But her sense of humor is awesome.

Anne got tired of all the deceptive letters from DOMINO Magazine trying to convince her that she owed them money because she had accepted a 'free' issue or two. So this little gem went out in the US mail today.

~DE

Silence

This weekend Doug and I rented There Will Be Blood. Daniel Day-Lewis was masterful as always. Completely transformed himself.

I was deeply struck by the soundtrack, too - dug a little deeper and discovered the composer Arvo Part. Below are some amazing things Arvo has said about composing, creativity and being open to space(s) I read in this article, where the author talks about the Fullness of Emptiness.

For all you designers out there: When he talks about rests, you can translate that as white space.

"I have discovered that it is enough if a single note is played beautifully. This single note, the sense of peace or silence have a calming effect on me." (p.4)

One word suggests more than two ever could. Candlelights will always be sexier than floodlights. Emptiness yields. The blank page tells every story, which is why writer's block is so overwhelming: we tremble before the mystery of our own omnipotence. Lao Tzu: "The Master says nothing, and leaves nothing unsaid."

"My music was always written after I had long been silent in the most literal sense of the word. When I speak of silence, I mean the 'nothingness' out of which God created the world. That is why, ideally, musical silence is sacred. Silence is not simply given to us, but in order that we may draw sustenance from it. This sustenance is no less valuable to me than the air I breathe. There's an expression: to live on air and love. I'd like to rephrase this: if you approach silence with love, music may result. A composer often has to wait a long time for this music. It is this reverent sense of expectation that constitutes the brief silence of which I am so fond." (p.5)

I have studied a little bit of neuroscience, enough to know that we do not experience things, but the differences between things. We see boundaries, and our brains conserve resources by assuming the rest. So when I say that no sound exists without silence, I mean it in the least metaphysical, most flesh-and-blood way possible. To experience is to compare. We owe all of our music to silence, even if we never stop to thank it. The single piece of advice common to every musician, no matter the instrument, is to play the rests. Play the rests.

There is also, however, a silence beneath silence. The rests emerge in this openness, the deeper silence in which we make our comparisons. Needless to say, you cannot hear it. But maybe you should try.

Look! A seed spreader!

I love my job

This is what I found written next to my car on the way home yesterday. Whose the wonderful student who wrote this?! CONfess!

Polymer Clay Shawl Closures

Hallo friends,

After selling my polymer clay buttons to Knitch, I've decided to try my hand at making shawl closures. They're made of 2 parts a stick that goes into a thing with a hole (sometimes it's just the stick that can do it by itself). That sounds really graphic, I know.
I tried making both parts out of polymer clay, but the stick part is too thin to be made out of the clay. So I've bought dowel rods and bamboo skewers and plan on painting them and then sticking one end with a polymer clay bead that matches. Here are pictures of my efforts. Having a blast here. I think next I'll move onto making hand-painted knitting needles. Weeee!

Wet and Happy

Here's my Hunny Bunny playing in the sprinkler for the first time. Joy!

Consider The Lilies

First of all, here's a shout out to Tania - I have misspelled lilies several times in the pictures here. Please don't scold me. We are up in Rabun Gap this holiday weekend. Right now I'm sitting in the screened-in porch enjoying the breeze, the soft song of birds, the pleasure of doing nothing. I went to church this morning with Mom and Dad. Delightful little church. The sermon was all about not freaking out about all the little stuff (and big stuff like gas prices and the economy.) How about walking instead of driving, the priest asked. Dad and I chuckled. Sounds like a plan.

Anyway, I am feeling peaceful and want to share some of the changes I've been fostering in my own yard back home. I worked on making the front entrance to our house more inviting. Bought some wooden numbers from Michael's for a buck a piece and painted them the color of the front door. Then I put out some plants that've been living inside all winter. Filling in empty spaces with rocks so the pot looks a little more homey and full, this creeping sedum says hi.

The ultimate example of considering the lilies, I've multiplied plants we already have by rooting cuttings with rooting hormone into new soil. It's great fun to watch your hard work flourish. I often pick up fallen leaves and shoots from the garden center floor and taken them home to root. I know it's naughty but very cost efficient!

Our fence has proven to be a fabulous backdrop for plants. Herbs love to rest their backs against it, as does my ego every time I walk up the driveway. There are day lilies we divided and spread over the entire yard. Also some exotic lilies from a plant given to me several years ago that have spread so that they stand taller than I do! They are magnificent.

You can also see the japanese maple we planted after the miscarriage in honor of the child we might have had. It loves out front yard and the little bunny underneath is happy there. The kidney-shaped bed you see it resting in has grown so. Hostas that our neighbors gave us live there, as do seeds we've harvested every year of cleome Aunt Kris gave us one year.

I have also planted several seed beds around the fence. Will post more pictures of those as they grow. I am growing Bells of Ireland, Cleome, Bachelor Buttons and another pretty flower I can't remember the name of right now.

Once more note about the mailbox. We pulled up the brick we had framing the bed and hammered in leftover pickets from the fence. It's not quite finished, but already looks much nicer than the brick. I filled in some spaces with dusty miller to compliment the other greens in the bed. I love white and blue greens.

That's it for now. Nanny and Baba will sit for Anton while Doug and I drive to Franklin to see the latest Indiana Jones movie. Harrison Ford sends chills up my spine. Oootah. Happy Spring!

Interactive Type

Anton A-Walkin'

Fast on his feet now, Anton explores a Spring day.

This is Not a Purse Hankie

So the final days before the Seat Belt Bag Mother's Day contest was announced, I got an e-mail from them asking for Mom's picture. Yippee! I thought - sure she had won. Well she didn't. So I made her this hankie instead, which she liked. But she cried from not winning. Hard.

Update on Bjorn

Hi Vida,

How's Bjorn? I miss him, but I guess that's part of it. Please give him a few kisses from me.
And thank you for being so gracious on Saturday. You were masterful!

~Anne

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On May 14, 2008, at 8:05 AM, Vida wrote:

Anne he is starting to settle in. He did not want to get out of the crate the first day but now is running around the house with the others. Not totally comfortable yet but it takes time with an adult dog. We know not to push him and he will, in his own time, find his place in the pack. He doesn't snap at the puppies and that's a very good thing. Hopefully a great home will come along for him to be King of the Castle. Just remember Bjorn in your prayers and ask God to send him the right placement. That's what I do when I begin looking for a placement for a dog.

Vida


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That makes sense. I think his self confidence needs to be rebuilt and at the base of his aggression is fear. Your balanced pack is really good therapy for him. He's always been curious but tentative with other dogs - wanting to interact and play but not knowing how exactly. I'm glad he's out of his crate now and I will keep praying for him.

I think I miss him the most at school. He was my shadow and gave me a new love of the outdoors. I miss taking him out and feeling breezes and sunlight with him. I miss his puppy breath and feeling the fast pumping of his heart through his warm chest. It would make me so happy to know he was balanced and happy and bringing lots of pleasure to someone who loves him as much as I do.

I still can't believe I was strong enough to let him go especially when I knew I would be the one most hurt by his loss.
Your advice to pray is really smart. I'll try to replace my selfish missing of him with prayers FOR him.

Bless you Vida!

~Anne

Running In Memory of Michael McLendon

Michael McLendon was my cousin's husband and father of two beautiful, cheery young women. He fought a long battle with brain cancer that took all of us by surprise. My husband Doug has decided to run in his memory at the Chicago Marathon this fall, and has created this fundraising page to help fight the disease that took him from us much too early.

I came across this poem by Mark Strand today that reminded me of Michael and his love of the outdoors. He was a man of few words, but his love of nature, how things work - his relationship with his hands, the earth and his "toys" - the equipment that kept him grounded to those things and people he loved.... well - it's all here in this poem. Michael praised life in this way.

Read it once. Then again. Then one more time. Then go to the page and donate any amount that feels comfortable and right to you. Think about those brave patients who find a reason to get up every morning in spite of life's unfair deck - just like Michael did.

From a Litany

There is an open field I lie down in a hole I once dug and I praise the sky.
I praise the clouds that are like lungs of light.
I praise the owl that wants to inhabit me and the hawk that
does not.
I praise the mouse's fury, the wolf's consideration.
I priase the dog that lives in the household of people and shall never be one of them.
I praise the whale that lives under the cold blankets of salt.
I praise the formations of squid, the domes of meandra.
I praise the secrecy of doors, the openness of windows.
I praise the depths of closets.
I praise the wind, the rising generations of air.
I praise the trees on whose branches shall sit the Cock of
Portugal and the Polish Cock.
I praise the palm trees of Rio and those that shall grow in
London.
I praise the gardeners, the worms and the small plants that
praise each other.
I praise the sweet berries of Georgetown, Main and the song
of the white-throated sparrow.
I praise the poets of Waverly Place and Eleventh Street, and
the one whose bones turn to dark emeralds when he
stands upright in the wind.
I praise the clocks for which I grow old in a day and young in
a day.
I praise all manner of shade, that which I see and that which
I do not.
I praise all roofs from the watery roof of the pond to the slate
roof of the customs house.
I praise those who have made of their bodies final embassies
of flesh.
I praise the failure of those whith ambition, the authors of
leaflets and notebooks of nothing.
I praise the moon for suffering men.
I praise the sun its tributes.
I praise the pain of revival and the bliss of decline.
I praise all for nothing because there is no price.
I praise myself for the way I have with a shovel and I praise
the shovel.
I praise the motive of priase by which I shall be reborn.
I praise the morning whose sun is upon me.
I praise the evening whose son I am.

~Mark Strand

A New Chapter

It has been an intense and life-giving weekend.

Driving Bjorn out to the breeder was agony. I cried like a fool the whole way. Doug and I were pretty quiet and Bjorn just sat in my lap and let me cuddle him - he'd lick my hands every once in a while, then fall back to sleep. When we got to Vida's, I cried even more. She held him in her lap while she let me talk and work it all out. I told her I felt like such a bad person for giving up my dog. She said I shouldn't. That my family comes first and Anton has only one shot at growing up - it's up to me to give him the best chance at childhood as I possibly can.

She also said that there were stages of people coming in and out of your life and that some goodbyes are good. People, places and things come in and out of your life - pets included. My time with Bjorn was shorter than I wanted it to be, but it ended well - in everyone's best interest. She also said that pets are gifts to us - and that his biggest gift for me was to help relax me enough so I could get pregnant again. I had not thought of that, but she's right. Bjorn kept me busy and giggling enough to be happy just loving on his cute furry body... Oh, I still miss the feel of him.

Vida really was gracious. She was masterful, in fact. She told us to wait a few years before getting another dog - and not to get a papillon or other small breed. I couldn't agree more! So we're going to try waiting.

The drive back was not as painful, but I still cried. Doug dropped me off so he could take Anton out to get me a mother's day present. It was agony to walk through the gate and not see Bjorn there to greet me. Not to hear the clicking of his little feet, following me up the stairs. Not to have him lick my ankles and look up at me with those cute brown eyes. I just lay down in bed and cried missing him. The house was much too quiet.

Doug and Anton returned and we met Mom at Garcia's for dinner. I got nice and toasted, which felt good. Doug totally took care of Anton that night and I just went to bed wondering if the next morning of Mother's Day was going to be good or bad for me.

So I woke up Sunday morning and Doug let me sleep in very late while he and Anton cooked a HUGE breakfast for me. I cried a little at the table now and then, but it was a lovely morning still. The sun beamed through the bay window and warmly lit our little family as we ate and laughed. Little by little, I started to feel better as I looked at the new dynamics created by Bjorn's absence.

No more gates. Anton was free to walk around the downstairs as he wished, visiting all his play stations in each room. I never tensed up wondering if he'd upset Bjorn or the other way around. Anton was really happy to have that much freedom. The cats came back out to join the family - no more territorial snaps with the "dog." After breakfast, Doug and I started cleaning up the floor and I did some rearranging of kitchen furniture now that the gates were gone. We spent the next 2 hours cleaning and Anton playing. It felt SO GOOD to get the house back again. We reclaimed everything. I hadn't realized how much our lives were centered around that furry creature. It felt like we were entering into a new chapter of our lives, as well as Bjorn himself entering into his own. Whether he gets adopted or stays there with the pack, he will be fine and much happier. I still miss him terribly, terribly so - but there's this new element to my life that I am so enjoying. It's called freedom and control.

I know I've made the right decision. For everyone.

After we cleaned, we three took a nap together and it was delicious. After the nap, I called Mom to come shopping with Anton and me and invited her over for dinner. Doug went for a run. Doug completely served us that night. It was fabulous!!! I got nicely toasted again - we laughed and had a wonderful evening together. "To motherhood" mom and I toasted each other with the funky drink DougieFresh made us.

That entire day was beautifully UNplanned. It happened just as it should have and ended beautifully, too. I still miss my little monkey - but I've got this new life ahead of me. I've done a very hard thing and am feeling kinda proud of myself.

Vida is going to have her vet assess Bjorn's liver problems himself. He may not need surgery after all - but time will tell. She will look for a new home for him, and I will, too. Once he's settled down with the pack, we'll look in earnest. She thinks he might have been overstimulated with me bringing him to school every day. I think at the core of his aggression is fear. He needs a pack leader who will be gentle but firm with him - someone to build up his confidence. I also think he'd be happier with more dogs around him. He needs more attention than I could give him. He'd also love agility, too.

I am grateful to have had 4 years with the fluffy mouse. I'll miss him. I still do. But just looking at this life before me makes me happy. I have a lot to get up every morning for.

Thank you everyone for your kind words of comfort and advice. Thank you thank you thank you.

~Anne

Ode to Bjorn

Feeling pretty lousy today. Doug and I decided to finally give Bjorn back to the breeder, after a long struggle to correct his increasingly aggressive behavior. I think he needs to live with a pack again and be with someone who can afford to retrain him, pay for the surgery he needs to fix his liver shunt and possibly find him a new home. I'm trying to convince myself that I did the best I could but am still horrified at how badly things went wrong with him. He's started to make Anton cry with his outbursts and I'm exhausted by the tension and fear in our house. I feel like a failure.

We will deliver Bjorn on Saturday afternoon. I am not looking forward to it. This is agony. And I feel so silly for crying so hard. But Bjorn was my first child, we got after we lost our own first child. So this is really painful. I miss him already. I won't miss the tension he's caused, but I'll miss all the good stuff. The cuddles and licks and games of fetch and lap time and sharing him with so many people who smiled by just looking at him.

My sweet furry puppy.
My monkey mouse.
My little muffin tin.
My little sample size of spray starch.
My little hello kitty wrist watch.
My little pile of fabric scraps.
My little assortment of cheese cubes.
My little tray of bite sized cucumber sandwiches.
My little vintage thimble.
My little shot of whisky.
My little cube of sugar.
My little dash of Splenda.
My little flask of gin.
My little night light.
My puppy mouse.
Bjorn Mouse.
Monkey Mouse.
Bjorn.

I love you.

PS: Someday I will get a female Eskie and name her Inga.

Mail your own brick to junk mailers today!

This is a brilliant idea!

Playing with Type

I am SO going to do this with Anton someday. Weeee! Look at that beautiful type.