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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