I love stationery. No, you don't understand. I LOVE stationery. And now that I have an actual you know, DESK, now this happens...
Notecards and letterhead:
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Notebooks & letters from Dr Cook tied with a red ribbon (RIP old friend).
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In my wildest fantasies I imagined sitting at a writing desk with pretty cards nearby to write with.
This morning I wrote in my journal while looking out the window and petting the kitties. Sigh... Happy...
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