Looking for excuses
To buy Little Brown Pen’s Paris perpetual calendar. Want to hear them?
I love beautiful things, and it’s beautiful.
I don’t buy calendars because I never find any I like, and I don’t like throwing them out when the year has finished. Too existential in a mundane way (time gone by, trash). This one is reusable forever.
I lived in Paris for three and a bit years and I miss it very much. It contains 49 little pieces of Paris.
I love the number 17 (which is my birthday coincidentally), and this one has the 7 penned the way it should be: with a bar across it. So it satisfies one of my little manias (while stomping across it for ’7′ and ’27′, but you can’t have it all).
I want it and I have picked out a wall for it. It’s already got its own reserved spot.
In the spirit of prioritising hair over tooth, do I now prioritise Paris calendar over further tooth surgery?
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