Saturday, 31 July 2010


Almost. I just finished pasting down the endpapers on these books. I will be listing these on Etsy early next week once they're all dry and ready to be photographed. My new favourite things (hopefully not for long, I have some other great things in the making too!), coptic bound notebooks with linen spines.

A busy day. No more working tonight, just relaxing with V and friends.

Monday, 26 July 2010

Matchbox Monday

(tissue paper, cardboard, buttons, linen thread, text from a vintage dictionary)

Back to one of my favourite things to make. I didn't want my Letters to you -project to end, so I found a new way to keep it alive and keep myself creating even at the busiest times. Matchbox Monday. Every Monday you can expect to find a new matchbox here on the blog, and also on Etsy (unless it's a matchbox made especially for someone). The letter writing part of the project isn't gone even though this first one only includes a few words. This one is for sale here.

Mrs., Mrs ! Growing up. They call me Mrs, they address me formally. I remember when I got a wicker basket full of sewing equipment and supplies as a gift from my mother. I don't know how old I was, probably not much over ten, if even that. But I remember how one thing felt more special than anything else. There was a felt covered tin box that had buttons inside it. It wasn't full, but there were many buttons I recognized from my mom's button stash. Previously I had played with buttons that belonged to my mom or to my grandmothers, but now I had a button stash of my own, a place where I would put all the spare buttons and the treasure buttons that were mine. That was a serious growing up moment to me. (And no, I don't think I ever used any of the buttons that were inside the box when I got it. They were simply too precious, and maybe a bit too flowery too!)

Saturday, 24 July 2010

breathing, steady.

Choosing the colours is always the most difficult part. I'd like to have some more greens and oranges in my linen stash, but the big fabric store I usually buy my linen fabrics from is moving and almost everything is packaged and out of my reach until mid-august. I did manage to find a lovely gray that I will definitely be using in my new books. I'm currently making some two colour coptic bindings with a little twist to what you're used to seeing. Very minimalistic. And more durable than the basic coptic binding without compromising the super easy to open feel they have. This is one of those things I've been meaning to try for ages, but for some reason thought wouldn't work using linen. I'm happy I was wrong on that one, the new books are beautiful.

The first cool day in weeks. It was lovely to wrap myself up in a huge cardigan and walk the windy streets alone, somehow separate from the world for a moment.

Tuesday, 20 July 2010

Fresh arrivals + oldies but goodies sale

I will be moving and becoming a starving student/artist again, soon. I did an inventory and found some great things I had already forgotten. So, in addition to the new case bound books, brooches and letters to you -matchbox art I had already decided to put on Etsy, I listed a bunch of old stuff. And now there's a first ever Paperiaarre Oldies but goodies -sale on Etsy! Be a sweetheart and help me have less to move and more to eat :)

psst. in case you subscribe and never actually visit my blog: new header here and on Etsy, it was about time!!

Sunday, 18 July 2010


Brooches. The first ones in a long time, not flowers this time, but embroidery stitches and cash registers and calculators and typewriters and other random things I've found from the neverending pages of my vintage encyclopaedias. I'm listing some of these to the Paperiaarre Etsy shop in the days to come. I also have some new books: case bound linen covered books finished and waiting to be listed, and new kind of coptic bindings in the making.

EDIT: hmm. I found a huge long forgotten stash of botanical brooches (+1 necklace), so there will be more of those in the shop too, soon.

(Pining after my old homes, with space and light and hardwood floors and wide window sills. I will be moving again soon, I wish I could find some place nice AND affordable. The downsides of becoming a student... The dream flats are always just a little too far out of reach. I remember last August when I was hunting for a home, I went to see the most beautiful flat I've ever seen. The open house was packed with people. I heard one boy, who had already made a reservation on the flat, talk to the land agent about really wanting the flat. He told he was an English philology student. The land agent was really pleased, English students must be good tenants. This year I'm the English student, but I'm never getting that flat with light blue-gray wood floors and perfect windows. Or anything even close to that. Feeling a bit hopeless today. It will pass. That little flat still haunts me, though. The house was probably the first things I showed to V when he first started to come see me in Turku. It doesn't look that special from the outside, but I still pretty much remember every detail of the flat itself. I remember even having a dream of it, but in the dream it was even more spacious than it was in real life.)

Thursday, 15 July 2010


V's book. Coptic binding with tarred paper covers and a reindeer skin reinforced spine. V found the illustration from my old encyclopaedia, it's from Hans Holbein's Danse Macabre. (5.9"x8.3"/15x21cm. 160 pages.)

There's always too much to say. I end up saying next to nothing. I got into university. (I feel OLD every time I think of the boys and girls I saw at the entrance exam.) English will probably fill my days for the next 5 years or so, I'm not quite sure what to think of it. Feeling happy anyway. 662 applied, 64 got in. I got in. I thought it wasn't going to happen, and then it did. I kind of miss this English I'm now writing already. Someone will teach me grammar and punctuation (and many things a lot more difficult). Maybe I won't know how to write after I know how I should write. I've been happily ignoring the rules for the most part.

The heat wave. It's nothing new, but it's making my brain melt. For over two weeks now, there's not much of brain capacity left. I try to move as little as possible, to stay as close to the fan as I can without drying my eyes out.