What good are teenagers if you can’t prank them back a little bit? This may not be writing Emanuel Kant quotations on his windshield in permanent adhesive unicorn stickers, but hopefully it will still get a smile out of my nephew.
So our family does a blind gift exchange for Christmas. You get one person at random and spend no more than $40 on their gift. My nephew is an eccentric soul, and gift shopping for even a standard 17-year-old is perplexing enough. When I was that age all I wanted was the $40, so that’s what he’s getting. Thirty-nine dollar bills sewn and case-bound as a book of money. He has to learn the structure of a book in order to release the money from its cover. The final dollar is made up of coins attached to the cover.
Here we started with a stack of bills and some thread and tools.
The thirty-nine bills were sewn as thirteen signatures. No cords or tapes but I wasn’t gluing the spine up anyway. I’m not that mean. This needs to eventually become currency again.
I traced out the circumference of each coin and cut out apertures with a scalpel.
And there she is. I realized I had only given him $39.95, so I added a ribbon book mark and attached a nickel to it.
The end pages (end bills?) were adhered to the cover with wheat paste. He’ll have to wet them down and peel good and slow to get those last two bucks. I tested it beforehand and a dollar bill will release just fine when moistened. Even leaves behind a hint of Washington’s visage on the cover board.
Merry Christmas little dude. Moral of the story: money is work even when it’s free.