So I’ve fully embraced the digital age…gave up the wonderful dusty smell of old–and new–books for my shiny new ereader. When I edit my own writing, I do it from the comfort of my laptop instead pouring over pages of printed text with a red pen.
However, sometimes a girl just has to admit that print, print books, and paper products are beautiful.
Case in point: the gorgeous new journal from Florence that a friend brought me home as a souvenir. I’m swooning at it’s simple elegance, nostalgic for the days when I put pen to paper to create worlds.