Just back from the Society of Bookbinders biennial convention in Bath. Here are some things I learned there, in roughly chronological order:
- Conservators are not conservationists.
- The history and decoration of Russia leather.
- Chicken feet have much more potential than I ever realised.
- Don’t bother to make a relevant box for a binding competition unless it will definitely be judged and shown.
- Sewn boards binding.
- The value of an unexpected lunch partner, and why so many people are fond of Paul Delrue.
- Bradel binding.
- I really do like the other members of the Scottish region of the Society of Bookbinders.
- People value the Bookweb for its confessional side as well as its instructional side.
- Never get into a scar competition with someone who was in a car accident. Not even with my burn scars.
- When I drink, I talk faster. When some of the people I drink with drink, they think slower. Eventually, communication stops.
- Sometimes it doesn’t stop soon enough.
- I cannot be an apprentice or have a single mentor at this stage in my binding life.
- Another form of onlaying.
- Tini Miura would make a magnificent arm-wrestler, if she weren’t so kind.
- Ways to alter a bone folder and a paring knife.
- I can walk through shoulder-high blackberry bushes because I am able to goose-step like Basil Fawlty.
- I want to do more botanical onlay bindings.
- Herons make a very peculiar sound when they’re angry.
- How to use a slightly punctured plastic bag, a hair rubber band, and a disposable paper bath mat to wick the water from a dripping tap silently down the plughole.
- People will buy pretty much anything for a tenner from the back of a white van.
- Never be intimidated by someone simply because she seems talented, confident and beautiful. She probably doesn’t realise she is all of these things.
- You meet colleagues in the darndest places.
- Motor racing has the potential to be interesting, even if it doesn’t interest me.
2 thoughts on “The Second Convention”
Wow! You’ll have to limit your convention-going so as not to exceed your allotted knowledge quotient. Actually, you may be over the line already.
I would recommend the secluded vacation as an antidote, having just come back from one. I learned one thing, which could be phrased (depending on where you want to crib from) as “less is more” or “silence speaks louder than words.” I don’t know how many things I forgot (or unlearned), but the quotient seems comfortably below the maximum. In fact, it’s bloody hard to go back to work!
Thus points 18 – 20, learned when I decided not to go to the (reportedly excellent) discussion of self-heating finishing tools and instead took a walk through an inviting gate.
One has to amortise the knowledge acquisition from the SoB convention over a two-year period, at which point those 25 lessons come out to one a month or so.
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