Four books came back from the copy centre today, out of the six I took in – the other two had covers made from cardboard unsuitable for the hole-punching device. All up, that’s a pretty good success rate, and the paper from them can be trimmed to other covers with thinner, less dense card. So no love lost. When flicking through the beautiful completed items, I found an interesting trick of the blind cutting:
Meanwhile, more pictures of books and less snickering.