When I write anything, I always write it by hand first — taking the time to craft my letters, words, and sentences, and to see the piece take form. I love the feel of writing and forming letters. I love the way no one’s handwriting is exactly the same — its like personal art. I love the way an entire page of writing looks (bonus if its written in fuscia fine tipped markers like mine often are 😉 ). I love not having a program tell me I misspelled something (as I often do). Sometimes the way I spell it is far superiour to Webster’s Dictionary… 😛 (In actuality, I just don’t want to be bothered with correcting myself until I’m finished). My journals are full of line slashed words, boxes, arrows and far too many smiley faces. I love the act of writing. 🙂 This is probably why I’m so fascinated with other languages, especially languages like Chinese that use entirely different characters than me.
Beijing 2010 - Only the Chinese could write a sign so elegantly.. 😉
And then there’s my love of books. I use the word “love” lightly here as its really closer to an obsession. I buy far too many books. Constantly. I buy more books than I possibly have time to read (and I read a lot). Why? Because they’re beautiful. My dream office is a tall, open room with double doors. Directly across from the double doors is a HUGE window. Sometimes its floor to ceiling, and sometimes it just spans the width of the room. My big desk sits with its back to the window, facing the double doors and a small, but obscenely comfortable, sitting area. Lining the remaining walls (I never said the room was square ;-)) are floor to ceiling bookshelves. They are, obviously, full of books. My desk will most likely have books piled on it, as will the coffee table. A goldfish tank will be built into one of the walls’ bookshelves (Have I mentioned I love goldfish too?). The style of furniture and the color schemes are ever changing, but I will always decorate with my books. They’re as unique as people, as unique as handwriting. They are also art.
This past spring, I came across a brilliant idea to combine my love of handwriting and books. An idea that was so simple I should have thought of it long ago: Recycled Vintage Book Journals. 🙂 Old books that have been (*gasp*) torn apart and made into spiral notebooks. They’re beautiful and creative. The first one I bought made me laugh, but alas its pages are unlined and it still hasn’t been used. 😦 Since then though, I’ve been sifting through Etsy looking for the best ones. I’ve never heard of most of the books I’ve seen, which makes coming up with a story that fits the title all the more interesting.
I will, very shortly, be in dire need of another journal. I’ve found a seller who makes them exactly the way I want them to be: spiral bound, with LOTS of lined pages. Simplicity. She’s got quite a few that I want. Some of the titles in her stock that I’m dying for include: One Hundred Lessons in Spelling, Assignment in Danger, Personality Plus, Magnificent Obsession (I think that’s my favorite so far ;-)), Reuel Makes a Decision, Tales for Males, German for Beginners, The New History of America, and Sky Castle.
Hard decision, right? I’ll keep you updated. 😉
Oh and no bath product today. Although I did try the lavender scent from that Bath Dough last night. Also fabulous.
Tags: books, Bubble Dough, Etsy, future, Webster's Dictionary, Writing
Jessica
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