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Update

Again I have shown for some time no books. Well, it was meanwhile still Christmas, and somehow I was not by item. But today I want to show you some books that we have done lately, especially my husband has always found more pleasure in this hobby.
I have not shown any books for quite a while again. It's been Christmas and I just did not feel like posting. But today I'd like to show a few books we have made recently, especially my husband who is getting into this hobby a lot more by now.

The first books that I want to show are a few with unusual shapes, that my husband did. One is shaped like a diamond, and two like a star:
First books I'd like to show are some extraordinary ones shaped Which my husband has made, one like a rhombus and two star-shaped ones:


diamond-shaped.
Shaped like a rhombus.



This was the first attempt to bind a book shaped like a star. My husband has used a classic stitched binding with a linen-bound and as you can see from the photos below, this was not a good combination for this form.
This was the first try of a star-shaped book. My husband used a perfect binding and as you can see in the photos following this sort of binding is not too useful for this shape.







This was the second attempt, after I had suggested to try a Coptic binding. Works much better as you can see.
This was the second try after I had suggested to use a coptic stitch. Worked better much.










These are two more books that my husband has recently tied:
These are two more books my husband has made recently:


After my husband had been shaped like stars books, was an oddly shaped piece of left over cardboard, and I had the idea of this as a cover for a buttonhole attachment to . use I can make this book my husband, since for him the first time was that he has tried a buttonhole attachment. I think the result really great. :)
After making the star-shaped books a piece of strangely shaped cardboard had been left over and I had the idea to use this for a buttonhole stitch. I let my husband do this, because it was his first book with a buttonhole stitch. I really like the result. :)









My husband has tried even a leather-bound book, a kind of band Franz.
My husband also tried a leather bound book, similar to a perfect binding.




And last a book that I have recently made themselves. It is a mixed work, I have a "French linked stitch" used for binding, and the cover's a bit like one as a buttonhole attachment so you can see the attachment on the back:
And last but not least - a book that I have made recently. It's sort of mixed, I used a French linked stitch and the cover looks like one for a buttonhole binding So that it's possible to see the stitches at the spine:

Bowling Wallpaper Prepasted

thump it and get out!

home is always so ne thing. as soon as you once tasted blood of the world, was out in the distant land that has nothing to do with the home, changed the view home on the familiar realms of the known. the running of things has not changed much, streets, people, buildings are still largely the same as before. has its own personality, however, developed rapidly forward. as soon as one was even longer way from home, these familiar mechanisms of everyday work but also constricting. There are certain people who return home for which no bliss, but is a constricting painfully. one has to such world before the preserved abyss, thousands braved dangers friends with a few number of survived adventures and enemies defeated, and then finally thrown that stupid ring in the fire, the relatively indifferent eyes of the relatives, the whole of the world sunset trubel have the chance to witness in the Shire do nothing to bring to an already pondering.

I am now well advanced and I look at the picture one? are all so narrow-minded here, or am I sniffed too much freedom?
rites the resolution of current, the questioning-honored traditionismen and bring new ideas are encouraged incredible when you once looked on the box. the naive rigidity of the native village, the cozy, yet incredibly oppressive fully explored awareness of the mini world of the village act like a corset, from which you want to break free. the inquiring gaze of others, the deviations from their usual life-career-skeptical face drill deep into the neck and unknown is dangerous, different and new as morbid as abominable.


was the same one to another. It is difficult to do everyday things without questioning them, once you leave the home. (20:01:11)

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nice opener! was as well one too many lord of the rings looked and at the sight of the 4 Hobbitses asked if this is not internally tears to be back garden in their small, after 3 years (by the hour condensed on film in 9 matches) by the gekraxelt world are.
interfere sam's not, he is glad to be back in the cozy. has indeed was. But the others, which must continue. well, one might say that the ring has made him so confused that anything is better than the Shire. but I would still act the same way: what I want in the Shire, if I was recently in Fangorn Forest, but the still do not know right?

but today's topic is: a visit galleries in the Old Market.

swung happily on my bike and I thought to myself, now I drive time alternative routes, the Sun direction uni. In essence, this was then mostly down so the body is involved in, where I usually go long, the traffic light turns to red, I curse myself but for non-precious-looking left or right, where the traffic lights just the way to green on, thinking over it, those are now alternative days, and happy-grin going on without stop, and I am about to have been reminded that we drive today yes' with a difference! (Yes, schachtelei ahoy! Hehehehe)

on the bridge, a short stop for a merry photo lanes, and further, by Schumm Schumm. on a nifty-hotel, which I've never seen, look: that already the first people at my own hippo presentation. I stopped briefly to the Yenidze times angle to take from NEM other under the photo magnifier, and pottering around little bit, as the ground, the crowded background from the image center, but the's did not work, so I also noticed they do not always was slower and the engine noise in my ears muffled with a low note arrived. I noticed this but absent-minded, I was in the back pack of the big camera in your pocket, only accelerated after the ground again and I asked myself, why on here vorbeidödelt so slowly, until I noticed that I had with the back of my bike pretty further into the rail track. I asked motioning apologize, and then went.

Altmarktgalerie. the look was dark, the eyes staring in their number increasing and there was no one who ever gekuckt me happy or at least save his stupid-looking. idiot stare, go elsewhere!
arrived in the department store, was occurring again all mine. at the lower end slightly angefetzten flares in 70erstyle, the beschmuddelte and some ragged-looking jacket (he has survived many adventures!) and the bright pink bobble hat exploded on a spending spree in the most dazzling colors universe. The look did not change, came to surprise and discontent now obvious to rentnergaffen. but do not put off women, some smiling, what a nice consolation.

third stock, saturn. I fell on the way to more innovative images (see above was difficult), on which the slogan "We build to - Save The sale continues:.." subtly pointed out that despite the consumer boom construction can be preserved! What a splendid set of wonders of the human race! I wonder how many of those present to ask people to actually know how stupid that sounds at all? Go buy it just because it? I see black!
here in the saturn was properly built and renovated. I walked up the stairs that once looked like a different way, and was slain by the riiieeeesigkeit of the room. the whole area must have doubled or tripled, it has felt worse. but I do not kneel before the digital shit, hahaha, never! the search for a vhs-c CompactCassette for video cameras (analog) was semi-successful as expected, they had the great in 3-pack for 3.99, which I find endless in this vast hall full of ... products (if the names are important? or the curves of the case?) struck first, as I look back at the checkout in the lowest compartment of a next regales my refined. great, I'd save me the itinerary. after all analog! but no trace of small aufnahmecassettchen.
mission failed, I would have wondered if the whole between the high-tech mega-HD_super-blast-frills also have to be ne good old VHS cassette, classified lovely addition to their own kind zich. but also the internet is the book and also the iPad will not replace the newspaper, and digital media are not the good old film strips To replace someone on this world will give me even that, I do not need YOU!



well, then hold out again. schwupps's on bike, my god what bliss, away from the palace full of bars. I drove past a merry-made "play area" near the post space, opposite the House of Books, as where the horse way street begins and the Centrum-Galerie their sharp wedge driven into the idyllic, there is now a wooden frame with beautiful concrete floors and iron bars to play. as colorful as well as resourceful! a wood box, hingeblubbert unkind for the annoying city custody of children. do not know if it gets eventually opened, have never a child saw it. probably is not made for it, maybe there since the summer open-air sale.

I sneak in the back part of the centrum by giants. the garage entrance auffahrstückchen between sidewalk and lowered are somehow made so funny that it change whenever the sidewalks to lowered garage entrance, and vice versa (the Centrum-Galerie has a total of 4 or exits, we would then at 8 times height change) surges on to the common my body was posterior. Bicycles are so undesirable, have understood! the riding road then bends around the corner is small and cute and ends hinter'm central station on a large plate. I turn around the corner and I-hey presto - no longer in Dresden, but in a ghost town! the gray walls of the holy relics to the Viennese court acted alone, no human being anywhere. I drive past the windows, everything looks dark rooms, disused, OH MY GOD - A man who works here about the? krass!


Capitalism has won so that socialism has proved virtually as unworthy. may be that there is in the winning model elements, which provide for a rule make it possible, and a socialist model as a project for all people fail from the start to the condemned is, BUT: it is based on ideas and ideals, which if not large, then at least SUPER small work. if the neighbor next door frischgeschlachtetes a piece of pig offering, if it helps cover for the roof, well then must make the good neighbor does not take the trouble to order only a roofer for money. There are countless examples in which it is about more than saving money and economics, always on and on, rising and growth. the same goes for a cross is sometimes real.

is so won his mass appeal. and the sympathy? the lost remains.


The thing is, as I'm able to throw the people with their money and are happy about how great you can buy everything and so on, but, if they begin to think, to determine areas of life, forcing me something that I would not if with aggressiveness wish fought against our own and our displeasure and protest are ignored, then there is tolerance to the past! and someone who is not sympathetic, and tells me what I'm dealing kindly, which I'll certainly do not obey. and certainly not understand his view.


I drive past the main station and looking forward to on the road uni. here it is beautiful.