Why do I always wait until 15 minutes before the end of my lunch break to get a eureka moment for a good blog idea?
Clock is ticking, fingers are clicking and I’m failing to spell check as I go along, so dance with me as I share my thoughts…
There are so many deliciously crafted journals around, these are a source of inspiration, as I absolutely adore the perfection in which these are presented. I admire the attention to detail, the handwriting, the illustrations, the layouts and such. I mean look at this shit here, look how fucking beautiful it is, how elegant and delightful to the eye.
Now beyond my little corner of cyberspace, out there in the real physical world, I write and create journals of my own, I love shit like Smash Books and Wreck this Journal I collect scraps of papers with pretty pictures, quirky quotes, darling little clips of information and those intolerable motivational quotes, which are Ooh-so-Hispter! Yet it doesn’t stop me obsessively collecting them.
I am inspired by this and that yet in reality, as my mind spews its nonsense across the pages, mind thinking swifter than the pen can write, thoughts race faster than fingers tap keys and instead of graceful artistic perfection…
…Brain Vomit! – Binder1.pdf Blanks
(Inside the boooook-in-a-blanket. An insight into my messy mind)
Anne Harrison 31.05.16
Tatterhood 