I am a pondering kind of person. Sometimes I think too much, but I am sure that it can be said that I don't think enough at times. Those moments of sheer emptiness. It is ever so nice to not think at all.
Those are the days where I want to sit and read. Especially big old books.
With yellowish pages that have been worn down by hands over the years.
Personally I don't think you could ever have enough old books.
Or old book shops. Perhaps it is just me, but somehow it is a bit of magic.
I have just been so inspired lately by words. I will be making a few more cotton tapes with old lettering. This is the first of the Old Books tapes I will be putting together over the next couple of days.