The depth of smell of old paper, lovely headbands, beautiful texture of leather. Awaiting decisions that will dictate my future as a bookbinder. Awaiting eagerly.
I just put together a picnic basket. Bought linens (decorative and functional), plates, glasses, etc, from the thrift store and put it in a white wicker basket that’s been needing something to do with it’s life.
Tonight I’m surprising Ryan with roast beef sandwiches on homemade bread, watermelon, potato salad and a cucumber lemonaide with vodka (also cleaning the most of the house before that!)
I’m really excited about this. I haven’t taken him on a date in such a long time.
punk-dinosaur said: I would sell you every book in my possession, except I am emotionally attached to all of them. oops.
x3 I know that feel, bro.
Lies. You’d take one look at me and fall for my “girl next door” meets “what the fuck are you doing with your life” charm and sell them all to me, at a good price.