Obsession: Pen, Little Brown

A couple of weeks back, lovely LPC listed a smattering of obsessions (LPC is good with lists). And ever since I've been thinking hard about obsession, and what it means to be obsessed. As for lists, well. I have never seen I list I have not liked. And LPC posted a LIST, you see. A LIST OF THINGS I HAD NOT YET MADE. So here we are.

Obsession One: Nichole over at Little Brown Pen.

Perhaps it would be more refined to just say Little Brown Pen itself. But really it's Nichole, who is utterly charming, and who has sensibly managed things in a way that allows her to spend bits of her life in Paris. And I am going to Paris. As you may know.

It is all Deb's fault for pointing me that way. "Deb!" said me, "You are bon! And an oiseau! Paris! Help!" And Deb, because she is wonderful, said many helpful things, including but not limited to "Oui. Get thee to Little Brown Pen." And over at Little Brown Pen, where I now spend a distracting amount of time when I should be doing other things, there are very many things Parisienne. There are carousels! And stores with livres! And handsome chapeaued, chocolate-faced boy littles.

Also, Nichole is informative, and has been teaching me all the words I really need to know to survive in Paris for a month. Gaufres, for example, and galipette.

Get thee to Little Brown Pen.

{Photo by Nichole, of course}