(Eduouard Vuillard, "The Blue Inkstand on the Mantelpiece," c. 1900)
You are like me.
You love books with a fierce abandon.
You love their cracked spines, their heft, their covers, their aromatic papery scents.
You know that with a book in your hands, you are only one page away from a fantastic journey.
You know that with a book in your hands, you are connected to a convergence of thought that brings the past passionately roaring into the now.
Books have shaped you, enlightened you, consoled you and given you a rich interior life, a virtual library of memories that has become embedded in the very fibers of your being.
Am I right?
I think I am.
So does this necklace move you in the same manner in which it moves me?
(Autumnal Library necklace via Etsy)
Can you imagine wearing this? Isn't it so 18th century-Steampunk-Romantic? Paired with bare skin and the simplest of outfits, I think it's inexpressibly poetic in a Keats/Shelley/Lord Byron kind of way.
I'm partial to the entire library myself, but for those of you who prefer a single volume, there's this one (and many others).
(Small Fetters journal necklace via Etsy)