Mon Journal.

This gorgeous little collection of  exercise books, surely represents the prettiest way to commit your secrets, whispers and delicious little lies to the page. Who need’s blogging when you can fill a pen with ink, pull up a cushion topped chair to your delicate little writing bureau and shape your words to suit….

Is it just me, or does the medium truly make the message? I am a different person on paper than I am here online: as if the very act of writing slows my mind down a degree, and thoughts come out more considered, less prone to the act of destruction that is the delete button.

Never is a truer word spoken than in mon journal.