To say I get a lot of magazines is an understatement. They have been a place of inspiration and a pleasure source since before I can remember and they are actually the reason this blog is named “ear-marked”. I spent hours of my childhood flipping through them, turning down – or ear-marking – pages of things I had to have.
Yes, it’s true that most of these things were never purchased, but in the moment, the possibility seemed real. What has resulted is a timeline of things I have loved. A while ago, after realizing going from one end of my apartment to the other was more like swimming through Lucky’s and Elle Decor’s, I decided to invest in a large straw basket and promised myself I would keep my collection to the contents of it. I started tearing out pages and filing them instead of keeping whole magazines – except for the ones that were so special just could not be thrown away.
Well, my basket looks more like a game of magazine Jenga at this point and is literally about to topple over. What’s wrong with two baskets anyway?