Calendar girl.

Last Sunday, M. and I went to the Muji store in the NY Times building.

We were feeling especially enlightened and enlivened.







The store was quiet and somewhat empty.
We walked through without getting overwhelmed, took our time and turned the objects over in our hands and minds.

As my brother used to say, we were "Zenning out." We bought incense, a screw driver set, a small clear plexi shelf and 4, count them 4 calendars.

Time, as a rule, has always been on my side. I am a late bloomer, a kid among adults. M. and I often feel like teenagers together. I suppose this is because I was an adult during my childhood.
Another story for another time.

Anyway--the calendars--one pocket planner for my handbag (natural, cardboard,) one day planner for me for my desk (medium, white,) one wall calendar for home (natural, cardboard,) and finally one day planner for M. (large, red.) We couldn't resist. The most expensive one was $3. And Muji has such simple, organic designs--you wish you could buy everything there.

Muji, I'm glad I met ye.