Something about the sensory experience of paper makes me deliriously happy. Something about how it carries a message... is a medium of communication. Paper gets to be the third wheel in correspondence, the keeper of history, the bearer of news, it holds our words and carries them forth, it organizes and inspires and creates.
In an increasingly digital age, my papers now also offer a nostalgic presence. Here are a couple of favorites I found this morning:
found this guy on the street and picked him up. "Frypot Return Tag" / steel wire
there once was a tiny paper goods store in pioneer square. one of the best things i learned from kristen blush was about their assorted paper packages. left over paper scraps and news clippings and the most delicious random things a girl could ask for. "special order" no doubt harkened from one of these scrumptious packages.