More things to love: Our Paper Shop

Once when I was about 7 or 8, my best friend and I found some old, faded construction paper in my mom's sewing room. Being the budding young entrepreneur that I was, (I also tried selling popcorn from a bowl, and I always used a muffin tin as my cash register) I put the paper in a fancy little crate and convinced my friend that we could make a killing by selling the stuff door-to-door.
So, out we went. But for some reason, each neighbor claimed to have no need for the paper, and our profit turned out to be a collection of puzzled looks and high-pitched remarks of "Aw, aren't you just the cutest things!?" And all I thought was, "Whatever, lady! To heck with being cute! Buy my paper! I know for a fact that my mom buys your kid's disgusting lemonade and crap! Buy my paper!"

I also loved going to the stationery store with my mom. After a while, I developed a moderate collection of pens and paper that weren't used for much more than looking pretty. I've always loved paper shops - the smell, the feel of the different textures, the colors and patterns, the innumerable options of things you can create.

Today, via twitter (love you, twitter!) I found a new paper shop. I can't smell it or touch it, but I can browse through it, and oh is it beautiful. Bre and Emma sure do know how to sell the stuff, because I want it all and it has nothing to do with their level of cuteness.

See for yourselves.

I also started following their blog and downloaded this desktop wallpaper. I love it.