I ****ing love making handouts. I could make handouts all day long. I love doing rough drawings to organize my thoughts. I love making final pen and ink sewing diagrams and scanning them into my laptop and tweaking them until they look just right.
I ****ing love making handouts. I love bringing all of my images into Indesign and combining them with explanatory text. I love italicizing the sewing instructions and formatting the headings.
Sometimes, when I am feeling particularly decadent, I turn my handouts into little booklets. Who doesn’t ****ing love that? Booklets mean hours of fun dealing with imposition and standardization. When I moved to the UK, I suddenly had to reformat all of my old handouts from standard US letter into A4 size paper. Did I mind? HA! Do you mind when someone gives you a surprise birthday party?
Sometimes, when I am teaching, and I am about to hand out my handouts, I get a little rush of pride and excitement like a child who is about to recite a poem in a school play. I wait for my students to gasp and congratulate me, and then, when it doesn’t happen, I don’t even care. That Is how much I ****ing love making handouts.
Sometimes I think I ****ing love making handouts so much that I should not limit myself to bookbinding, but rather strike out into the larger world. I could offer people detailed and illustrated instruction in making and eating a sandwich, or putting on a pair of cowboy boots. But that is for another day. For now: day two of the Long and Link Stitch intensive I am teaching at the London Centre for Book Arts.
(I really do ****ing love it, you know.)