I bought a dark red, richly-textured handbag by Mossimo and a wristwatch today in celebration and preparation for my upcoming new job at Barnes & Noble. I am rather thrilled and excited about the reality that I am going to be working there. It's always been a little fantasy of mine. The act of puttering around in a grand bookstore, sorting and shelving books, helping fellow booklovers find their heart's desire and content. It's strange too -- almost every time I visit a bookstore, someone will approach me and ask if I work there and if I could help them. I get those sort of questions at other places too -- usually clothing stores such as Macy's and The Gap. It eludes me -- do I just have the face of someone that these places employ? I don't mind though. I smile and simply say that I do not work there. Sometimes I may just offer my help if I know any information. It's funny -- now, if a customer at the bookstore asks me whether I work there, I can finally say, "Yes." I know that working in a bookstore is a demanding job and not all glamour, but it is STILL my ideal vision of a fun and glamourous job (more books than I can ever handle -- now THAT is heaven).
I finally received Sabrina Ward Harrison's Brave On The Rocks yesterday. I was a bit disappointed with the book. The content was lacking a certain something...verve and fire. The entries/snippets of writing did not enlighten or stir me all that much. The art was still beautiful and rather mindblowing and elaborate, but it seemed like a slightly different rehash of the same artistic material. The only real difference was that she experimented much more with collages, which was refreshing and delightful. I was hoping for more BRAVENESS, a whirlwind of new insight, both in the words and the art. She went to Italy yet not many details about her life-changing journey could be found within the pages. It is still a very stunning book...it just fell short of my expectations.
I desperately need some affection from my love.