fin.

I was going to do some fun countdown to the day of birth thing, but I'm lazy.  And 20 sounds so much more accomplished, so let's have it together next year!

I had a thought.  I love bookends.  I'm just a wee bit obsessed.  But really.  They can be statues, masterpieces, homemade, big, little, hard, soft...  The possibilities are endless.  I've always wanted a library in my home, but I realize that it will be years and years until I have a home with enough extra space for what I'm envisioning.  Enter: the bookend.  What a weird word.  Until I have the time, money, and space, I want to fill each teeny room in each tiny house with books--and bookends.