…is not to be found on this blog. If you are sufficient inspired, however, an actual account of Robbi’s and my recent voyage on a vintage Pullman rail car is to be found on our brand new blog, www.robbiandmatthew.com/blog.
Please do come visit us there.
Good morning. Now go away. There is a new post, but it is located elsewhere. On the other blog. The new, shiny one.
Here’s the link.
We hope never to see you here again.
Yes, the votes have been tallied, and we’re ready to name a winner in the Matthew Draws/Readers Draw contest.
Head on over to the Pictures Words Us blog on www.robbiandmatthew.com to revel in the pageantry of it all.
Over on the Robbi and Matthew blog, another new post has been published for your reading pleasure. It includes various attractive photographs, some facts, and an exaggeration or two.
Once again, a brand-new post is waiting for you over at the brand new, lovely and gratifying Robbi and Matthew blog.
We hope to see you there.
Hello, people. I have just done a post on the new blog. It contains various lovely photos of children roasting marshmallows around a campfire. If you care to read it, here is the link.
And here is a stern reminder that www.idiotsbooks.com will very soon (mere days from now) not be a blog at all, but the landing page for the new Idiots’Books site.
Which is to say, while you’re welcome to keep coming here, the stories and photos you came here for today are heretofore going to be found elsewhere.
So get out of here, already.
Go here instead.
See you on the other site. (Get it?)
If you didn’t read my post of a few days back, the time has come to move over to our new blog at robbiandmatthew.com. We’ll be redundantly placing posts both here and there for the next few days, but very soon, this URL will take you to the landing page of the new idiotsbooks.com website and not to the blog to which you have been accustomed for so long. And we don’t want this to cause you alarm, worry, dismay, or any such related emotions.
However you typically find this blog, whether RSS feeder or routine keystroke, it’s time to recalibrate to this new URL:
Now on to our regularly scheduled post.
Yesterday was the much-anticipated (by us, anyway) Grand Opening of our latest creative/business venture, Haywire Letterpress.
In attempting to reconstruct a narrative for your benefit, I realize that it was one of those blur days where everything moves a little too fast, where you have to choose between getting things done and remembering the details.
But let me back up for a second. Before we could officially open our doors to the public, there was the matter of providing them with snacks. And so, on Friday afternoon, I went to Trader Joe’s to fill up munchies.
And to Chipotle, to fill up on napkins.
And then there was the matter of getting set up. The Haywire opening was downstairs, but upstairs, we put together a mini bookstore for showing off our Idiots’ and Bobbledy wares.
Friday saw a late night of dusting, arranging, and other associated industry.
Saturday saw a gorgeous morning perfect for the opening of doors that had been shut for so long.
It was the first time the barn had been open to the public in nearly four years. So we put out a sign to remind everyone that we were still there.
In case you are wondering, the jewelry in question is a collection of gorgeous, hand-made pendants, bracelets, and bookmarks hand-made by our dear friend Robin Rice out of vintage glass that has been tumbled in holy water from sites around the world. The aforementioned craze of the day kept me from taking a photo of her stuff, but I will remedy that oversight today.
In any case, the doors opened at 10:00.
A few minutes later, we had our first Haywire sale.
That it happened to be a stack of “Oh Shit!” cards made the moment all the more satisfying (and our prospects for long-term success feel that much more likely).
Lots of people came, in a steady stream, all day long. We thought we would have moments to catch our breath.
We were wrong.
There was lots of interest in the press itself. Which was not surprising. It is a gorgeous old living anachronism.
In addition to browsing the stuff we’ve already printed, visitors get the chance to operate the press themselves and print their own, limited edition Chestertown broadside.
While we gave tours, answered questions, and made change downstairs, the kids kept themselves busy with electronics and unconsciousness in the hayloft.
It was a very good opening day.
We could have gone promptly to sleep at the stroke of 5:00pm, but tired as we grownups were, the kids had other ideas. So we drove out to visit our friends for a bonfire in the woods. It would have been nice had I taken at least one photo to share with you.
Home again, we collapsed into the deepest type of sleep, from which I have only just recently rallied. We’d like to stay in bed all day, but this is not going to happen. The doors open again at 10:00am for more of the same.
So come join us, please. Some snacks remain, as does plenty of inventory (though I must warn you that the stockpile of “Oh Shit!” cards has been significantly diminished.)
If you have been paying a shred of attention, you’ll know that we are in the midst of a torrid fling with a 1,200lb Chandler and Price, en route to a brand new venture into letterpress. The new press is called Haywire, and its grand opening is tomorrow, October 25, from 10:00am-5:00 pm at the barn on South Queen Street.
You will notice that there are three people in the photograph below. In a stunning breach of ten years of working as a two-for-all, Robbi and I have recently added the wise and talented Jodi Bortz into the fold. She is the heart and soul of Haywire. We come up with the pictures and words, but she does the real work, the actual printing.
Jodi’s dad was a printer, and until walking into the barn a few months ago, Jodi had no idea that she had inherited the family gift. But the woman is a natural printer, a virtuoso. As beautiful as this old press may be, she is a temperamental creature with many creaks and idiosyncrasies. But Jodi is the press whisperer, knowing just how to ink the disk, just how to register the plate, just how much padding to stack behind the tympan.
Without Jodi, there would be no Haywire. Which means, there would be no Animals Uncensored cards.
And I will say, with some immodesty, that they make the world a better place.
If not a more colorful one.
Haywire aims to say that which needs to be said but is so often left unspoken.
But lest you worry that Haywire is nothing but a potty-mouthed affair, know that we offer sweeter stuff as well. Such as our Baby is Disappointing card set.
And our “White Christmas” holiday card, which celebrates the letterpress-only allure of blind emboss.
And our custom stationery sets. We will be launching with four concepts (the others involve golf, inkwells, and lunatic donkeys), but will be taking orders for bespoke designs.
There is also room in the Haywire oeuvre for Robbi’s brand of weirdly adorable (or is it adorably weird?) line art.
All of which is inestimably elevated by that gorgeous emboss of the press.
My favorite design is certainly this ass-kicking ninja. I’m pretty sure Robbi modeled him after me.
I’m talking about the donkey, of course.
How does all this make us feel? This picture speaks 10,000 words.
So, please, please, please, if you are free, come see us this weekend. We’re so excited to finally share our stuff in the flesh. As lovely as letterpress looks in a photo, there’s nothing like running your finger across it and enjoying the tactile pleasure that can only be achieved from this ultimate labor of love.
And if you live in, say, California (just out of range, we’ll admit), know that the Haywire site will launch as soon as we can enter all the products and work out the bugs. Not much longer now, we promise.
For now, Jodi continues to print, Robbi continues to stay up all night tinkering, and I continue to marvel at these two remarkable women I’m lucky enough to get to work alongside every day. Occasionally, I throw them bits of language, which inevitably finds a deserving home.
Just look how my words get to spend their days.
I ask you, has a writer ever been so lucky?
Come see us this weekend or next:
Oct 25-26; Nov 1-2
10:00am – 5:00pm all four days
100 South Queen Street
Chestertown, MD 21620
Friends, the time has come for a change. As I have been hinting in recent weeks, Robbi has been in the midst of a furious web development project, creating various new sites that will carry us forward for the foreseeable future.
One of these is an umbrella site that covers everything we do, from Idiots’Books to Bobbledy Books to the soon-to-launch Haywire Letterpress. We would love for you to check it out and let us know what you think (especially if you find any problems), but most importantly, we want you to know that the blog on that site is going to replace this blog as the place where we post about EVERYTHING we do.
The new Idiots’Books blog will still have posts about Idiots’Books, and the new Bobbledy Blog will still have Bobbledy-related content. But the new blog on the new site is the only place that will have ALL of our posts, covering the range of topics from books to kids to letterpress to general foolishness.
If you enjoy the kind of stuff you read here, come on over to the new blog and set a new bookmark for yourself.
You’ll know you’re in the right place when you see this graphic in the header.
For a few more days, we’ll post redundantly in both places, but before long, the URL you entered to get here today will take you to the new Idiots’Books homepage.
Also, if you are so inclined, please check out the new Robbi and Matthew site and do let us know what you think. What do you like, what did we miss, what words are spelled wrong, etc. Pull no punches if you have opinions. We want to get it right.
Thanks, everyone, for bearing with us through the renovations.
Last week Robbi headed back to her old elementary school, and I tagged along. The occasion was Alden’s first parent teacher conference.
As directed, we signed in.
Completely of our own volition, we admired various evidence of our child’s recent weekday activities.
With little regard for modesty or decorum, we reveled in Alden’s having been added to the principal’s “100 Board,” the result of having been “caught being good,” an initiative aimed at rewarding positive behavior (and, seemingly, toward letting kids know that principals aren’t just mean, terrifying creatures).
Our little scholar has been busy at work this week.
She is working on her Halloween costume, which is “owl with pink feathers.” The feathers in question are each individually drawn, cut out, and taped to the costume in question. The work is painstaking and time consuming and Alden seems thoroughly undaunted by any of it. She seems to have harnessed her mother’s constitution, which I see as a very good thing.
Downstairs, Jodi has been channeling Robbi’s designs into gorgeous little works of art.
I cannot tell whether this giraffe is my favorite.
Or whether it’s this ninja kicking a donkey in half.
August has taken to wearing my clothing.
Iggy has taken to wandering off with shoes, making my morning scramble that much more taxing.
I continue to seek temporary solace along the sun-drenched back roads of Chestertown.
Robbi has taken to showing up, rifling through the spice drawer, and leaving again without cleaning up her mess.
On Saturday, we climbed on our multi-person bicycle contraptions and headed out of town. Our favorite little road to bike along is Lover’s Lane, where there are a few miles of woods and we feel truly apart from the world as we know it.
August came along, too. He just couldn’t fit in the photo above.
Just as I couldn’t fit in the photo below.
Once Alden decided to join us, August seemed to intuit that his share of the spotlight had diminished somewhat, a realization which dampened his mood, if slightly.
But only for a moment.
It was a spectacular day. The woods gave way to open fields and wide blue skies.
It was a day for taking photographs.
And a night for taking photographs as well. As Robbi redesigns our entire web presence, we need images for various banners, etc.
The observant among you will one day soon find the scene below excerpted as the header for the brand new Idiots’Books blog.
The task of getting these photos is less free-wheeling than it might seem.
Here is our best attempt at a deliberately haphazard arrangement of various Idiots’Books titles for the purpose of showing variety, energy, and volume. We are not displeased at the array, but the photo itself seems dim and insufficiently inspired.
Then Sunday came, with a trip to the Tire Park at Tuckahoe.
August continues to delight in dominating inanimate objects.
Kato continues to surprise me with occasional flashes of inner disco.
And now a new week is upon us, the end of which will be marked by the Grand Opening of our Haywire Letterpress studio. Which is both an exciting and discouraging thought. Exciting to finally bring the new venture to light. Discouraging considering all we have to do between now and then. But we will get it done. Because we have to.
Thank goodness for necessity, the driving force of all action, so far as I can tell.