Monday, July 03, 2017
Here's a photo of a lovely bookplate I found this morning in an ex-Chelsea Borough Library book dating from 1900. A time when small things were still deemed important and thus worth doing beautifully.
The motto above the crest is great -
'THE TRUE UNIVERSITY OF THESE DAYS IS A COLLECTION OF BOOKS'
And so say all of us!
Tuesday, July 19, 2016
Do you know what I really hate?
People who stick price labels on to the front of paper dustjackets.
A tip - to remove the price from a glossy modern jacket use a bit of lighter fluid - the sticker will lift clean off.
Paper jackets though are a different matter because invariably, the paper will absorb some of the glue leaving a residue, or in trying to remove the sticker some of the jacket will come off with the sticker leaving a little white patch.
Even auction houses, who really should know better do this. Sticking their great big lot numbers on to lovely old book jackets. So if you love books, don't do it.
Ok rant over - as you were!!
Sunday, June 26, 2016
It all feels a bit scary to me here today. I just think that we all need to calm down, stop fanning the flames and let the dust settle. Sometimes I think 24-hour news channels are the business, but on days like these, I would prefer to go back to just having a quick round up at 9pm. Be kind to one another and let's hope we can find a solution to this great big mess/golden opportunity (?) we find ourselves in.
In case you arrived here thinking of buying a book just to reiterate - we welcome book buyers from all countries, We post to the EU and the Rest of the World. Scottish, English. Irish (North or South) we love you and as for the Welsh - well we are Williams's - enuff said.
Thursday, December 03, 2015
I found this on Cornell University Library's Facebook page showing a copy of Kipling's Kim with a fore-edge painting by Miss C.B. Currie. Absolutely fantastic!
Wednesday, June 17, 2015
Saturday, July 05, 2014
Robbie and Charlotte ( my son & his girlfriend) are now at the age where all of their friends are getting engaged and married. They are home this weekend to go to a wedding at Priory Church. The wedding is in an hour’s time and it is absolutely pouring down with rain - I mean it is hammering it down. - not just a little shower but a full on deluge. The poor bride! Oh how I feel for her. When we got married the same thing happened. The heavens opened and let forth their wrath. This was before the days of country house weddings it was church (for which I am not applicable – having never been christened) Registry Office or nothing. So we had a Registry Office wedding at the delightful venue of a Portakabin in Houghton Regis because the lovely historic Dunstable Registry Office which overlooks the park, was being refurbished.
Just after we had tied the knot and were sheltering under umbrellas getting ready to make a dash for the car, my Nan who was in her 80s and extremely superstitious came up to me and whispered in my ear “Congratulations my darling - but oh dearie me , this is a sad day, every drop of rain on your wedding day represents s a slap he’ll give you!” Thanks for that Nannie – just what I needed to hear! Twenty-five years on and I somehow remain happily married, un-battered and content with my lot - so much for old wives’ tales. In fact whilst writing I think I see a break in the darkened skies. So here’s to Naomi and Steve – even though I have never met them. May their wedding be joyous and their marriage long and happy. And I do hope that they don’t have any superstitious old ladies ready to put the dampeners on what is already an extremely damp day.