Just wrapped up (well almost) binding a book that I started about 11 hours ago. The reason it took so long is because I made a mistake at every step of the way. Glued the wrong there here, trimmed the wrong part there, the list goes on and on. It’s funny to think that there was a time, not so long ago, where this would have caused me to freak out, throw the materials across the room and slump down in a chair with a resounding ‘fuck it.’
But now it’s different. Instead of being angry, or worse, content with my poorly fitting book cover. I re-cut the board, re-cut the cloth, re-sanded the edges of the board and re-glued the cloth a total of three times. And even though it’s not to the level that I want, I’m really happy with this new ability to keep a clear head about it. After the first cover didn’t fit, I thought to myself “I’ve got enough time, and enough materials, why not just keep doing it?”
Practice paid off and I’m getting better at solving problems. Thanks art school, you make my crazy, but you been real good to me.