yesterday i woke up feeling slightly more like myself. so as a reward i splurged on a new moleskin-- because heaven only knows how long it's been since i used up the other and because i've taken to writing sweet nothings on scraps of white paper--which don't get me wrong, i adore, but the chance of me losing the idea that will one day make me millions is greatly increased by this loose-leaf method of organization.
so i get myself a lovely moleskin and my favorite paper mate flair pen.
and then i set about cleaning up the mess you see behind me in those photos.
(the other great hope of the lovely, little journal? less clutter on the desk. time will tell).