Monday, July 30, 2007

Flame Stitch Journal

If you've ever self-identified as a writer and you have lazy parents/friends/co-workers/pets, you have received a journal as a gift. In fact, you have stacks of them--gilt, cloth, leather-bound, anime--there are piles of blank journals spilling out of your umbrella closet and hardware drawer. You probably even burn some in the winter when you've run out of firewood.

And yet: this letterpress notebook from Dauphine Press is so lovely I 'd want to carry it around with me at bars and in taxi cabs. Especially now that my custom shark notebook is kaput, I need something pretty enough to inspire me to write more and better.

Countdown to my birthday: 43 days. You know where to go.

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