The truth is when I saw this over at Heather's blog, it made me indescribably happy. She and Seth cooked up a blog train of pictures of stacks of happiness, dubbed "Stackaholic" by Seth. The Internet is a grand old thingamajig, indeed.
I could get romantic here about the sun slanting in and perching on the paper, etc. Oh, the sappy heights that could be scaled there. I'll spare you that bit of melodrama.
This gave me a chuckle last night while reviewing some recent studio snaps of my "stacks." More scattered than stacked.
There, that's a bit better. My growing pile of wearable books.
It is a most wonderful state: the sloppy pile of tattered, rustly magic.
