Paper, Paper, Paper

I don't know if it's possible to be a stationer and not be obsessed with paper.  I can understand the color but what is it about the texture, the weight, the feel?  It's so visceral.  I opened some old boxes recently and found tons of old papers that I clearly could not bare to throw away at the time.  By now, these long strips, which were lovingly placed in this small box, had accepted their warped position.  I took out the clump and thought, "what an idiot, why didn't i store this flat?"  But moved past this immediately when I saw the entire mass bounce like a freshly curled lock of hair.  I loved the shapes the paper took, forced by time to hold it's confined position.  

Here goes...

I've envied the bloggers of the world out there.  I fought the urge...the same way I was the last to see ET.  I don't often run with the masses or maybe it just takes me time to catch on.  Either way, I found myself saving these blogs, bookmarking them, visiting them almost daily and then finally accepting that I was truly inspired by them.  I am now a follower...and that's ok. In awe of not only the amazing products, designers, artists, etc that I was being introduced to, but also appreciating how much work it takes to compile all these wonderful finds.  I think I am intrigued most by the creators of the spectacular designs I see...so curious to know how they think, what inspires them.  

I've had a journal since I can remember.  My life has in some way always been documented.  I guess this is just another outlet for me.  

And maybe there is someone out there who is curious to know how my mind works or what inspires me...then I guess this blog is for you too.