It's doing funny things to me. Making me forget that there are other ways to get things that I want. It's not all about googling the afternoon away and then never finding what you want, because if it was just $5 dollars less. Surely there's another site that's selling it for cheaper right?
Well, I mentioned a couple of posts ago that I was wanting a Wreck this Journal. I'd been looking and looking, umming and ahhing. Never going the whole way and plugging in my credit card details. Just not quite deciding 100%.
Today I went to the Dymocks Centre on Collins Street in Melbourne. I just didn't have anything else to do, thought that I could browse a few books. Get some inspiration. Maybe pick up a new classic. And lo, there it was sitting on the shelf. $17, a perfectly acceptable price, and even better on the inside than I imagined while starring at it vacantly through a monitor. So now I have one, and from where? A book store of course! Did you forget they existed too? Next thing you know I'll be buying my fabric from a store.
(I started mine already, having a chew on the front cover while waiting for the tram)