It's the greatest little store ever--stationery, knick-knacks, gifts, cards, journals, wedding supplies, balloons, designer pens (some that cost upwards of $10,000!), wrapping paper, did I mention cards?, picture frames, designer paper... all kinds of things. I could spend hours--not to mention copious amounts of money--in that store. It's the greatest little place on 17th Ave.
I need a new journal... the one I'm almost finished now is 2 years old, and huge. It's almost 400 full-size pages, not the half-sheets that journals often are, and it's taken me a while to fill, due in large part to this journal. I didn't write a lot last school year--I wrote more in here than I did in there. Over the summer, though, I've gotten better. I wrote a lot while I was on tour, and I've really tried to keep it up since then. As great as this journal is, that's what's going to hopefully stick around for posterity. And, while sometimes I shudder at the thought of my children reading my journals, I know I want them to be there for my grandchildren to read someday.
At any rate, I found a terrific journal today, but I'm trying to reconcile paying $70 for one. I mean, I try to choose journals that are going to inspire me--I don't just want a plain notebook. I want something that I'll be proud to write in, and something that will last longer than looseleaf.
Anyways, I've got to run--rehearsal is calling--but I just wanted to link to this. It's a really cool article... go read it, okay?
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