It’s kind of a necessity for a person like me- you know, someone who tries to get through a book a day and will read in line at the store.
But this day marks the first day I’ve ever had a real, certified bookmark. It’s a very important rite of passage, having a grown up bookmark (rather than those torn up shreds of waste paper I had been using for years). It’s even more a rite of passage as the bookmark comes to me as a 21st birthday present. (Happy birthday to me!)
My mom uses postcards from art museums, which is a beautiful idea, but I rather prefer my own. 😉 Continue reading “Shopping: Handmade Bookmarks”