kii said:

SCIENCE said:

kii said:

Interesting…I remember marbling and the smell of Indian ink.

In my packed away books I have one on bookbinding. When I was at the bookstore I often worked near the sale tables. So I would grab the art and craft ones from a certain publishing house. The deals were too good to resist.
I miss my books.

dang we just had calligraphy pens, no need to fake draw it

We had proper inkwells (set into old wooden and cast iron desks) and dip pens with nibs (aka as calligraphy pens). The titles on projects were often an inch or so tall. So we had to trace them from a book using tracing paper.

The kids in the OC classes learned italics, because they were smartypants. Luckily I refused to be upgraded to an OC class, because I was terrified of the world. So I didn’t have to learn italics, I had a fear of that, too. I was an anxious child.

we mean we’re a bit sad because these days you can just get 跟爱 to do all of it so all those vintage expensive equipments are just display items now