In the morning, after awakening make pictures for the frames. It is tricky measuring the passe-partouts, for they do not fit, and the prints for the new pictures appear to dark on the print, despite their pleasant appearance on the screen. This could be faulty adjustment of the screen, it could be the rise in ambient temperature, or it is simply an error of judgement. The last is the most likely, and the least likely to be a satisfactory answer to the problem.
Measure out the frames, using a calliper to make the tiny marks on the paper.
Use tape to fix the prints, and mount the pictures without using glass, believing that there is no point in glazing a print that is deliberately made on matte paper.
When all is done, leave the house and go to the Italian restaurant, the owner of which wants the prints to decorate his walls with. Wonder if this is all worth while, then remember that if the pictures are seen to be in order, there will be a reference made, a sort of a recording of the event. That is all worth while. At least there will have been the pleasure of not wasting the time.
The wife of the Italian likes the pictures, and likes the frames too. She also approves of the extraordinary low pricing for the frames, they have a lower price than anyone would expect, and are "all right" in their simplicity. A professional frame in wood has a starting price four times as high without the background board or the passe partout.
It is cold and nasty out, walk down to the centre of town and have a cup of coffee. There is a friendly greeting from the young woman, she is happy in anticipation of easter with the the family.
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