Pieces Of Me...

I love music. Almost any kind... from gospel to country and everything in between. Music moves me and touches my soul. I have felt the stir of God in the beat of my music.

I love to read. I feel that something is missing in my life if I don't have at least four or five books waiting for me to pick them up. Books transcend space and time for me. I can lose myself in the words of an author.

I love to write. I always thought that I would write a novel someday. Something deeply personal and heartfelt, written under a pseudonym - just to be safe - in case people hated it. I've found, over the years, that I don't have the patience or the heart to author a novel - at least not yet. My mind and my words are better served in short bursts.

I am a self-proclaimed "purse-a-holic"... I crave handbags of all shapes, mostly in the color black. I am a sucker for fine leather or rich cloth on the outside, well-lined interiors, and silver hardware accents. Everywhere I go, in any city, or on any trip - I am drawn to the handbag department of every store, each mall, or shopping entity. It is a sickness. My reputation for this weakness is well-known by all who know anything about me.

I have a love affair with briefcases/work bags, Vera Bradley tote bags, and journals. (Apply words from above paragraph.)

I am a journal junkie. I carry one with me at all times. I can spend hours analyzing the benefits and drawbacks of journaling possibilities. I love my moleskines but I have a fondness for Fiorentina paper with leather covers. I need thick cream colored or ivory paper but it must be sturdy - preferably lined but squared may also work. I am always in search of the next greatest journal for my expanding collection.

I absolutely love office supplies, paper supplies, and writing supplies. I can spend hours looking at them, testing them, and pondering the purchase of them. I anguish over the perfect pen but it must always be red ink - broad point, please. (1.4 or 1.6 mm tip seems the best for me)

I love children and young adult books. I have a collection from when my girls were small. We read together until the pages of their favorite stories were withered and yellowed. These are now my treasures. Someday I will read them to my grandchildren.

Housework and laundry beckons now... More pieces another time.