I've barely begun writing in my fake leather journal with the ribbon marker that I bought last July, when what did I spy at Wal-Mart last evening.
And I just had to have it. I didn't care that I had stacks and stacks of notebook/journals. I didn't care how much it cost. I had to have it. So, it came home with me. I still haven't even taken the paper band off of it, but it's mine, mine I tell you! Mine!! My own. My Precious....
And of course, I had to buy some new pens worthy of a fake leather journal with a magnetic clasp.
Even though I have packs and packs of pens that I haven't even opened yet. I think I have a problem...
But before I check myself into journal addiction rehab, let me show you what else I bought.
Wait, what? How did that picture get in there? Shhh, nobody was supposed to see those.
Ahem...
Isn't this just the cutest thing? It's supposed to be an Easter basket.
So, naturally, I had to find appropriate eggs to go in it.
And the ever traditional Easter classic, Peeps.
My mammaw always bought us Peeps at Easter, and though I don't really like them, I always ate them. Mammaw has been gone for long years now, but every Easter, I buy at least one package of Peeps, because they make me think of her.
Besides, they do cool things when you put them in the microwave...
4 comments:
Love the basket! And my mom has the same obsession, only with spiral notebooks (much cheaper).
Oh, I have stacks and stacks of spiral bound notebooks, too!
I used to do that, but then I started moving somewhat frequently. Lugging stuff across the country (and paying for the privilege) broke me of it pretty quickly. Although the yarn stash continues to grow... :)
Yeah, I had a lot less stuff when I was in the Navy and moved often. After I'd lived in the same house for 11 years, I was shocked at how much I'd accumulated.
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