I don't know how it happened but I got mugged today. I went into Scribbles, a stationary store on 15th Street, and walked out minus a good portion of $100. It's silly really; I just lost focus. I had no business being there in the first place. I forgot to kick the store in the balls and run for my life. Instead I got hypnotized by the luscious indents of letterpress and the hilariously cute one-liners of a good Mean Card. Oh how I miss card shopping, as one company marketed, "It's like candy for your pen."
In any case, I always want to pass along the yumminess. There are always old reliables, like Mean Cards:
What joy in loosing all my hard earned clams.
In any case, I always want to pass along the yumminess. There are always old reliables, like Mean Cards:
And new friends like, Night Owl Paper Goods, who use eco-friendly sustainably harvested wood and make you feel like a piece of the 70s have been sent to you via envelope.
And I always forget and then re-recognize the upside down 7 and parenthesis mustache of Old Tom Foolery.