My dream one day is to fill a journal with things I love i.e. magazine clippings of clothes, found poetry, art, tags from clothing, fabric squares postcards from friends. It’s sad everything is so digital now. Instead of writing in a pretty journal stuffed with clippings I’m blogging. I’m not complaining, well maybe I am. Maybe I’ll add it to the New Years resolution list. The sad thing is I already have four unused and blank journals waiting to be filled so I can’t really reason purchasing this darling one.
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