Back in June, I confessed to sometimes not reading.
It probably came as a shock to you. You probably had to sit down. I actually go into the wild, wide world with my two squalling minions (niece or nephew, if you like the “normal” terms) and chaos and photo opportunities ensue.
So I think it’s time for a second confession.
I am in the business of malicious book destroying.
It’s okay, I’ll give you a minute to hyperventilate and lose trust in me and perhaps close down my blog in an angry rage. NO WAIT! Don’t close the blog yet! Let me explain what it is I do. Because (if you’re half as nosey as me), you probably wonder what it is I do when not reading (or writing). I definitely squint at your blogs and wonder what you do.
So! I will spill the beans on a Thing that I do.
I have a very small home business called…ready for it? The Paper Sisters. It’s called this because a) I launched it with my sisters there’s more of them than just Mime and b) it’s easy to remember considering the Notebook Sisters is my blog. Who is hopeless at naming things? I am.
But let’s get onto what it’s about.
Oh, I already told you: book destroying.
I make things out of paper. I like to call it art.
I buy second-hand books and cut them up. The book that has been mutilated above is 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea. Which leads me to a funny story actually…
I was making Valentine Day bunting, as one does, and I paused to look at the love-hearts I was gluing. The book page was talking about cannibalism. Awkward.
Sometimes I cut up comic books.
I always read the comics first, if it makes you feel better.
How did the business start?
My oldest sister (not Mime, this is another one called Rachel, but I mostly just say “hey you” because [like I said] I’m not good with names) wanted a paper crane mobile for her baby for Christmas. Like Chekov my first thought was, “I can do zat!” So I gathered hot glue and fishing wire and scissors and made the ultimate hugest mobile of the century. It took me days to finish. But the result was rather admirable and my sister and I said, “Let’s sell these!”
We mostly ran it through our Facebook page but just recently, I opened an etsy store.
The Etsy store makes displaying so much easier, plus I don’t have to send 52 billion messages back and forth (like with facebook) reminding people for payments and addresses. Because believe me, people on the verge of having a child are completely and utterly scatty. Not even, “Whoops where’s my wallet” just plan ol’ forget-to-pay-and-forget-to-finalise-order-and-forget-to-give-address-and-forget-forget-forget.
Not that I’m complaining. I like their business.
Though mobiles are definitely not just for babies.
Our business slogan is “art. decor. mobiles” because we like to do a bit of everything. Personally, the flowers are my favourite.
Running a home business is kind of cool, but kind of sucks.
I’m not complaining, just being honest with you. When orders go wrong, YOU get to fix it up. When customers aren’t happy, YOU get to sort it out. When seasons change and people don’t buy, YOU get to glue buttons to your eyes and reenact Coraline while you wait. I’m kidding about that last bit. Coraline was creepy and plus, they used sewing instead of glue.
But I quite like making things.
I like art. I like books. I like mixing the two, even if it means ripping books apart by the spine and then maliciously glueing them into other shapes.
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Now I would like your confessions, blogglings.
When you’re not reading...what other Things of Greatness do YOU do? Etsy stores? Brain surgery? Do tell. And if you feel like making decisions: which of my pieces of book art do you like best? And OH, I nearly forgot…how do you feel about abhorrant people like me who cut up books? Does it make you twitchy or do you like it?
Cait is editing this post and eating. As she does. She’s also half watching the Commonwealth Games even though she has zero understanding of sports. Hockey looks vicious. Botchy isn’t a sport. Swimming incurs drowning. And who invented javelin? Like, “Hey, let me see how far I can throw a stick!” WHO THINKS THAT? She’s not reading. She’s writing.