My post box has given me many things lately. Bills, flyers, junk mail, a soggy chip with dried up curry sauce. This Wednesday it gave me the first of my Oh Comely magazine subscription. I had no discipline. I tore open the plastic packaging and let the new print smell waft over me.
Issue sixteen is full of Oh Comely's usual loveliness. Gorgeous illustrations. Beautiful photographs. So many things that make me veer between feeling inspired and totally inadequate at how little I achieve on my own projects. But that's for another day's procrastination.