Minor crafting annoyance
Feb. 12th, 2022 05:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wiseheartSince I (fortunately) slept through the night today and therefore wasn't half as dead as yesterday, I decided (after having dealt with the laundry) to work a tiny bit on the originally planned baby book, which I set aside, thinking that my cousin's son and his wife might not appreciate it properly. The book I call The Thing of Beauty.
I was planned on doing some calligraphy today.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
elwenlj had sent me an absolutely lovely little hand-made notebook, which I wanted to incorporate into The Thing of Beauty. I intended to copy a poem into the notebook, one line a page. This is the English translation of the poem, made by someone professional:
How did I await you? (by Zsuzsa Beney)
How did I await you?
You want me to say?
Sure, as when nights do end,
that sunrise will be soon,
and that the dusk's descent
will seal the afternoon,
as when the breezes warn
that a storm is near -
from a thousand signs, I
knew you'd soon be here.
As on spring-time mornings
one knows the sun will rise,
as on frosty evenings
gloss forms on the ice,
as an apple's flavour,
bread, milk... you can tell -
though I had not seen you,
yet I knew you well.
As does light the shade and
do blossoms the rain,
as creeks do their courses,
branch yields birds terrain,
and trees on sigh-filled summer nights
know the skies above -
so I loved you, more than the rest:
this describes my love.
I've developed my own, very simple kind of calligraphy that looks pretty enough nonetheless, and wanted to do it with a needle-pointed felt pen because you can write very beautifully with those. Unfortunately, as soon as I wrote down the title, I realized that the paper is so thin that you can see the mirror image on the other side clearly. So, that was a no-go. I'll have to glue some pretty picture on the back of the title page, and I switched to a regular ballpoint pen. The script is much less pretty that way, but that can't be helped. I'm a bit disappointed, honestly.
Other than that, I was mostly lazy. Mum did the cooking - we're still on boiled potato diet - and I took a nap in the afternoon to catch up with my lost sleep.
I was planned on doing some calligraphy today.
elwenlj had sent me an absolutely lovely little hand-made notebook, which I wanted to incorporate into The Thing of Beauty. I intended to copy a poem into the notebook, one line a page. This is the English translation of the poem, made by someone professional:How did I await you? (by Zsuzsa Beney)
How did I await you?
You want me to say?
Sure, as when nights do end,
that sunrise will be soon,
and that the dusk's descent
will seal the afternoon,
as when the breezes warn
that a storm is near -
from a thousand signs, I
knew you'd soon be here.
As on spring-time mornings
one knows the sun will rise,
as on frosty evenings
gloss forms on the ice,
as an apple's flavour,
bread, milk... you can tell -
though I had not seen you,
yet I knew you well.
As does light the shade and
do blossoms the rain,
as creeks do their courses,
branch yields birds terrain,
and trees on sigh-filled summer nights
know the skies above -
so I loved you, more than the rest:
this describes my love.
I've developed my own, very simple kind of calligraphy that looks pretty enough nonetheless, and wanted to do it with a needle-pointed felt pen because you can write very beautifully with those. Unfortunately, as soon as I wrote down the title, I realized that the paper is so thin that you can see the mirror image on the other side clearly. So, that was a no-go. I'll have to glue some pretty picture on the back of the title page, and I switched to a regular ballpoint pen. The script is much less pretty that way, but that can't be helped. I'm a bit disappointed, honestly.
Other than that, I was mostly lazy. Mum did the cooking - we're still on boiled potato diet - and I took a nap in the afternoon to catch up with my lost sleep.
