When I was at school, apparently I told my mum in about Year 10 that I wanted to be a book designer. I don’t remember doing this. When it came time to choose what I wanted to do after school, there were a few options that appealed to me: graphic design and science – perhaps medical science research.
Because I loved art so much, in the end I opted to study graphic design.
My university degree was called Bachelor of Design in Visual Communication. I hated first year. It was boring and general and I think they actually used it to weed out the students who weren’t likely to stick with the course. We did a subject that I really disliked called creative problem solving. I don’t know why I hated this subject so much – its now something I do ALL the time, and a skill that I am so pleased to have! Perhaps it was too much for my green just-out-of-school brain.
I made my way through uni, never really fitting in with most of my cohort – I just wasn’t “way out” enough. I really enjoyed illustration, photography, design computing and 3D model making, but really disliked animation, and film making sorts of subjects. It seemed that I was a “print” girl.
In my final year, I had to do a major project, and I chose to do book design. WIthout even realising it, I had come back to my long-forgotten dream. I gained my degree with honours, and was terribly pleased to have completed it, and finally be out of there!
I saw a job advertisement for a position as an in-house book designer with a major international publisher. (This sort of job is REALLY rare because most book designers work freelance.) The applicant needed one year of experience – which I didn’t have. But I applied anyway. I made my way through the selection process, and was successful in gaining the position.
I LOVED it. My boss’s name was Phil Bush. He gave me so many opportunities to learn so much. I pestered him almost every day, looking for more to do. I think I must have driven him mad. However, as I grew more experienced, I was able to work more independently, and make decisions for myself and recognise the next job to be done.
When he gave me opportunities to do important things like design a cover for a book, he always gave me great feedback on what he liked and didn’t like. He never used any of my cover designs, but then neither should he have – because they weren’t very good!
But I was learning and I loved it. I was also re-gaining my self-confidence in my abilities. Uni had really stuffed my self-confidence. I was NEVER the person they wanted me to be. I wasn’t hip. I wasn’t way out. I didn’t push my designs as far as others might (and this is something I have had to work hard on). I began to feel that I wasn’t actually very creative. But working this job, I came to see that I was good at what I did. I was the person they needed in the job.
Later on, when I went on maternity leave, Phil was struck down with throat cancer. From his diagnosis to death was only about 7 days. We were all in shock.
I learnt so much from Phil. I still wonder why he gave me the job. I have no idea what it was about me or my sample designs that I did for him, that made him choose me. But I am terribly grateful and thankful that he did.
White Threads is the blog of Yvette Stanton, the author, designer, publisher behind Vetty Creations' quality needlework books and embroidery products.

Lovely story, Yvette. It is my belief that if we are meant to do something, the right people will be in the right place to help us. What a wonderful experience. And sad too, that your friend passed away.
It’s good to remember people like this, who provide encouragement and support – and so often, someone like this pops up just when we need it most.
Well, what do you know? In continuing the Big Purge of our house today, I’ve been cleaning out my office. I found the original job advertisement that I cut out of the paper, for this job! I don’t know whether to throw it out or not.