I was, perhaps, an odd child, prone to spending my allowance on little notebooks full of paper and pens to write on them with. It was usually spent at Ben Franklin’s, after much deliberation in the stationery aisle, and I usually picked a pocket sized notebook and a felt tipped pen to write with.
We would often visit the Hallmark store or Ritter’s office supply, where the array of pens and papers would leave me dreaming of adulthood when I could afford such fine things.
I’ve always been charmed by found papers… invoices with spidery writing found tucked into old books, newspaper clippings, a movie ticket, guest paper from a hotel in Paris. Touching them seems to be touching times and places I’ve never seen.
When my sister gave me three books full of old sheet music, knowing how much I love painting on music, it was a wonderful inspiration and led to this series.
And… now I have picked my fine paper to turn these little works into cards. Thick paper with just a bit of texture, and I write on it with my fancy fountain pen. ….. So to the little ten year old me in the Hallmark store…. sometimes paper dreams come true.
Make your paper dreams come true in the shop