ah the address book. a very primitive form of keeping track of your friends and their information. i had many throughout the years, always searching for the perfect one. and one day, i found it. the perfect address book. i was so excited and planned to keep it nice and neat, writing in pencil so i could make changes without having to cross out. it isn’t leather, doesn’t fit in my purse and you can’t replace the pages, so what makes it so special? it’s based on the griffin and sabine books which i was completely obsessed with (and i still lurv them…). every section has quotes from the books, all the pages have the artwork…it just seemed so perfect to have all of my friends stored within such a wonderful story. and as i flipped through it while photographing, i realized i never filled it out. i think it has about 5 people in it…and their addresses are wrong. i’m not sure why i never got around to it, but it makes me sad and in a strange way is kind of fitting as a measure of time gone by.
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