A small thud in the hall this morning turned out to be a little envelope from Dennis Ruud with two Teflon (polytetrafluoroethylene) folders inside: the small spatula and microspatula offered here. I think I'd been given one of Dennis' microspatulas by my first supervisor in conservation, and had left it behind by accident when I left New York, never to be seen again. I didn't know where it came from originally and never got around to tracking another one down so it was such a delight to see it appear, with another one to boot. I've been working on the box for my herbarium this morning, and the package came just in time for laying down the inset vellum panel. Lovely tools, highly recommended.
There must've been an old clause in airline travel that let you take otherwise contraband items through, as long as they were "tools of the trade," because those are the words my bookbinding instructor, Maureen Duke, always uses when she talks about bringing paring knives through airport security. It stuck with me because of the smirk she used when she said the term, like it was the magic phrase that would suddenly defeat the intimidating security guys. "Tools of the trade, boys!" and she saunters through with her knives. I can picture it.
With the new academic year started, and students starting to build up their own collections of tools, I gathered my favorites.
Maybe bookbinding tools next time.
She says "the bindery tends to look messy in photos."