
If you look closely to the left, you'll notice the gnaw marks I made on the wrapping. For some reason, I can never delay gratification enough to get a package from the mailbox to my apartment, despite the trivial two minute walk, so I often find myself knee deep in brown paper and shreds of cardboard just as the resident cute boy comes to check his mail.

Hand marbled paper has been a tradition within the bookbinding world for what might as well be forever. But I'm not a marbler, so I'll direct you to these awesome articles.
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